Mercy drops round us are falling
But for the showers we plead
When the heat dries up the river
The leaves hang limp and dry
All the creek beds cracked and broken
And the aspen starts to die
And when my soul is dry and barren
Panting for the Spirit’s rain
So depleted, weak and empty
Every resource used and drained
Then the rains come, oh the rains come
Gentle streams flow down the mountainside
Filling rivers, rushing water
To the valleys, bringing woundrous life
Oh Thou welcome, holy presence
Washing all my dust away
Leave me clean and pure before you
I’m dancing like a child at play
Then the rains come, oh the rains come
Gentle streams flow down the mountainside
Filling rivers, rushing water
To the valleys, bringing woundrous life
Let the rains come, let the rains come
Gentle streams flow down the mountainside
Filling rivers, rushing water
To the valleys, bringing woundrous life
Let the rains come
Let the rains come
Let the rains come
Let the rains come
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Showers of blessings