1 There is a pure and peaceful wave,
That rolls around the throne of love;
Whose waters gladden as they lave
The bright and heavenly shores above.
2 While streams, which on that tide depend,
Steal from those heavenly shores away,
And on this desert world descend,
Over our barren land to stray,--
3 The pilgrim, faint and near to sink
Beneath his load of earthly woe,
Refreshed in its gentle flow.
4 There, oh my soul, do thou repose,
And hover o'er the hallowed spring,
To drink the crystal wave, and there
To lave thy wounded, weary wing.
5 It may be that the waft of love
Some leaves on that pure tide hath driven,
Which passing from the shores above,
Have floated down to us from heaven.
6 So shall thy wants and woes be healed
By the blest influence they bring;
So thy parched lips shall be unsealed,
Thy Saviour's worthy name to sing.
Source: The Book of Worship #325
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|The Cyber Hymnal #6759||There Is a Pure and Tranquil Wave||There is a pure and tranquil wave||LOUELLA||William Ball||LM||<cite>Nugae Sacrae</cite>, 1825|