I've seen the guilt of life from the last to the first
Drank from the fount of hope and found the quench of a thirst
Drowned in the water of earth you'll sink
Lips getting hotter to seek the purest of drink

Not in the stream nor found in the river
Is in the flow of His grace
Now I am clean all thanks to the Giver
In the warmth of His embrace 

Washed with a flood by the deepest of seas
Cleansed by the blood of my Savior who frees
Drowning in guilt as Your water rushes in
For your blood was spilled, it has cleansed me from sin

"What is your drink? It seems to spoil not to last
For as you fill it is leaking ever fast"
You heard Him say, "You must come and drink from me"
Let all who thirst rest and come to find in Thee
You are our water, in Christ we dwell
Jars from the Potter to come and draw from His well

Not in the stream nor found in the river
Is in the flow of His grace
Now I am clean all thanks to the Giver
In the warmth of His embrace 

Washed with a flood by the deepest of seas
Cleansed by the blood of my Savior who frees
Drowning in guilt as Your water rushes in
For your blood was spilled, it has cleansed me from sin

And though this cistern was dry
     As if a drought to this land
Your waves still crept up ashore
     To meet me right where I am
And through the tempest or tide
     I find that I can rejoice
Through You my guilt it has died
     For You have heard my voice
You have heard my voice

Not in the stream nor found in the river
Is in the flow of His grace
Now I am clean all thanks to the Giver
In the warmth of His embrace 

//Scripture//
Ps 130; John 7:37-39; Ro 8:1-2; I Cor 6:11, 12:13; Heb 10:22-23; 

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