Joys are Flowing by M.P. Ferguson
- 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, Jesus speaks to me,
And the billows cease to roll.
- Everything is turned to gladness
All around this glorious Guest,
Banished unbelief and sadness,
All is perfect peace and rest.
- Like the rain that falls from heaven,
Like the sunlight from the sky,
So the Holy Spirit’s given,
Falls upon us from on high.
- What a wonderful salvation,
When we always see His face,
What a perfect habitation,
What a quiet resting place.