Here’s a stream that cleanses all our griefs
Even though, our tears will pass away
And when His grace brings us to fruitfulness
Songs of joy will fill our everyday
Let the flowers and the clouds
Let the wind and the deepest sea
Sing praise to the Lord, praise to the Lord,
Praise the Lord
Let our voices light the skies
O, my soul, let your praises fly
Give thanks to the Lord, thanks to the Lord,
Thank you, Lord
Lift high the Son, and we shall surely see
The heavens open and reach down from the sky
For in His time, all blossoms surely bloom
The King of Glory will descend upon the Earth
Here’s a stream that cleanses all our griefs
Even though, our tears will pass away
And when His grace brings us to fruitfulness
Songs of joy will fill our everyday
Let the flowers and the clouds
Let the wind and the deepest sea
Sing praise to the Lord, praise to the Lord,
Praise the Lord
Let our voices light the skies
O, my soul, let your praises fly
Give thanks to the Lord, thanks to the Lord,
Thank you, Lord
Lift high the Son, and we shall surely see
The heavens open and reach down from the sky
For in His time, all blossoms surely bloom
The King of Glory will descend upon the Earth
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