Such a dry and weary land
Is my parched and thirsting soul
How I long to see Your power and Your glory!
Where the Living Waters flow
How I long to see Your power and Your glory
Father, send a shower, let it pour!
Let it rain, let it pour!
Lord, I lift to You my hands
Wash this vessel, purify me as snow
In Your presence I will stand
Where the milk and honey flow
Only You can satisfy my thirsting soul!