Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing

Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing
  Thou art scatt'ring full and free,
Show'rs the thirsty land refreshing;
  Let some drops now fall on me.
  Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.
Pass me not, O gracious Father!
  Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
  Let Thy mercy fall on me.
Pass me not, O tender Savior!
  Let me love and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favor;
  While Thou'rt calling, call for me.
Pass me not, O Lord, the Spirit!
  Thou canst make the blind to see;
By the Witness of Thy merit,
  Speak the word of power to me.
Love of God, so pure and changeless!
  Blood of Christ, so rich and free!
Grace of God, so strong and boundless!
  Magnify them all in me.
Pass me not! Thy lost one bringing,
  Bind my heart, O Lord, to Thee;
While the streams of life are springing,
  Blessing others, oh, bless me.
Steve Miller

Detroit, MI, United States

Elizabeth Codner's own words on how she wrote this hymn, in "The Revival", April 28, 1860:

"A party of young friends over whom I was watch­ing with anx­ious hope at­tend­ed a meet­ing in which de­tails were giv­en of a re­viv­al work in Ire­land. They came back great­ly im­pressed. My fear was lest their own fleece re­main dry, and I pressed up­on them the pri­vi­lege and re­spon­si­bil­i­ty of get­ting a share in the out­poured bless­ing. On the Sun­day fol­low­ing, not be­ing well enough to get out, I had a time of qui­et com­mun­ion. Those child­ren were still on my heart, and I longed to press up­on them an ear­nest in­di­vid­u­al ap­peal. Without ef­fort words seemed to be giv­en to me, and they took the form of a hymn,” which as it was passed from one to ano­ther of the young peo­ple, “be­came a word of pow­er.”

Valencia Howard

Upper Marlboro, Maryland, United States

This was a favorite song of my beloved grandfather Rev. Frank Hardwick. Written by Lucy Campbell. It brings back such memories... 'let some blessings fall on me, even me Lord!"