1 On the tide of His love I am borne ev’ry hour,
To the place of delight, to the fullness of pow’r;
From the weakness of sin, where the tempter holds sway,
To the glory of Beulah’s fair day.

Chorus:
Precious tide, boundless tide,
Rolling on in thy glory for aye;
From the darkness of night and the weakness of sin,
I am borne to the light of the day.

2 I am borne by the tide of the throne of God’s grace,
To Immanuel’s land, that delectable place;
Where the joy of the Lord is the strength of my life,
Where I’m free from all worry and strife. [Chorus]

3 Oh, the full tide of love, plunge beneath it today,
And the sins of thy heart shall be all wash’d away,
And the soul shall be borne to the glory on high,
To the home of the unclouded sky. [Chorus]