(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
Joys are flowing like a river
Since the Comforter has come;
He abides with us forever
Makes the trusting heart His home.
Blessed quietness, holy quietness —
What assurance in my soul!
On the stormy sea He speaks peace to me —
How the billows cease to roll.
Bringing life and health and gladness
All around, this heav’nly Guest
Banished unbelief and sadness,
Chang’d our weariness to rest.
Like the ran that falls from heaven,
Like the sunlight from the sky,
So the Holy Ghost is given,
Coming on us from on high.
See, a fruitful field is growing,
Blessed fruit of righteousness;
And the streams of life are flowing
In the lonely wilderness.
What a wonderful salvation,
Where we always see His face!
What a perfect habitation,
What a quiet resting place.