The Coming Storm

Precious Saviour~ O everlasting waterfall~
Thou that washes us from all;
Thine we are~ (oh, might we ever be!)
Please send a song to fill and free.

From far above the mountain spires
Mercy spills~ and the consuming fire~
To wash your bride with truth and light
To purge with fire all pride and strife.

See the clouds a-gathering fierce.
See the tongues of princes lash and pierce~
But to high and low shall judgment come:
All shall bow before the righteous Son.

The Almighty God, he rides the raging clouds
His glory cloaked in smoky shrouds;
His lightnings will bend to dust men's knees~
His thunder will break the stormy sea.

Our Father that hath made the worlds
By his holy child Jesus is love unfurled;
The Holy Ghost, cascading fills
Hearts awash with glorious rills.

Precious Saviour, O most splendid waterfall

Thou that washeth us from all

Thine we are~ and might we ever be!

O send a song, to fill and free.

~sister Abby Elizabeth

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SANCTUARY

Bit by bit, and day by day
Each fault and folly falls away;
In every trial so to honor the King
Who with his blood paid for... everything.

Here I am, O Master mine
Let me neither flail nor whine;
Thy perfect love doth carry me

By mercy and truth thy Spirit leads.


Ever so fragile~ so silly, so small
Yet Christ in me doth conquer all
So I take that cup: the Lord's blood, his tears
(Behold storms and dogs, a-gathering near.)


Bit by bit, and day by day

Thou art my light; thou art my stay.
O taste the glorious rain! I'm a-falling down~
For the love of Jesus: my joy, my crown.

(~sister Abby Elizabeth)