Dew of Heaven
Rain, i would love to hear your gentle showers.
Whose dew makes glad the trees and flowers
Where are the thunders that tell your coming near?
Or the dark clouds that tell of coming blessings from on high?
Come and revive us
Yea your blessings over us may they not pass
Come, restore the years that the famine has taken
How long shall you leave us forsaken?
O showers of blessing for you we pray
Come that the parched path may become pools in our way
From whence a cleansing we may receive
And drink of, lest we faint of thirst, though the glorious city we perceive
The dews of heaven I desire, but for the Living Water I thirst
As the hart pants for the waters, so for the Spirit of God I thirst
O our Father, pour, we pray, upon us the Spirit divine
That our souls may be revived
- A Note to my Fellows
- Message of the First Angel
- In Every Season
- The Judge now sits on the throne
- Where Hath Mercy Gone?
- A soul bemoaned (a fearful thought)
- The Christian's hope
- The Father Calls for you
- A Better Sacrifice
- Dew of Heaven
- Sabbath's Message
- Their Cries Now Have Stilled
- I Tried
- Awoken by a Dream
- Heart of the Infinite
- As to the clouds I looked
- Undying love
- What does one do?
- Yes that's His name
- Be Still and Know
- A Sinner's Plea