Oh my love,
You pull your children up from the dust,
The ravaging wind, the leprous skin
all soothed by Your touch
Oh my love,
You wash your children in Your peaceful streams,
You take the darkest hearts, the wounded parts
You make all of them clean
I will not have fea, r since You have come so near
And the rivers You've made fall all over this place
Your rain washes every tear
Oh my love,
You pulled the blood from Your very vein,
You gave yourself up, You gave it to us
You took on every ache
Oh my love,
I will reach deep into Your well,
For Your waters of hope, Your waters of life — are where the weary rest;
I will not have fear since You have come so near
And the rivers You've made fall all over this place
Your rain washes every tear