There shall be showers of blessing.@Ezekiel 34:26
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Elizabeth H. Codner (1823–1919)

Eliz­a­beth H. Cod­ner, in The Re­vi­val, Ap­ril 28, 1860.

Ev­en Me Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, 1862 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William B. Bradbury (1816–1868)

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.

Price, p. 74


A gen­tle­man in Eng­land sends this in­ci­dent: A poor wo­man, in a dark vil­lage, at­tend­ed a High Church mis­sion, where the good Gos­pel hymn, ‘Even Me,’ was sung from a print­ed leaf­let. A few days af­ter­ward the old wo­man be­came ser­i­ous­ly ill, and soon she died. But she seemed to have ta­ken in all the Gos­pel through this hymn, and to the last re­peat­ed with rev­er­ence and joy, ‘Ev­en me, ev­en me,’ not re­mem­ber­ing one word of the ser­mon that she had heard at the mis­sion. This was in 1877. Soon af­ter we had an evan­gel­is­tic meet­ing in the same vil­lage, in a barn three hun­dred years old, where this hymn was sung with great ef­fect.

Sankey, pp. 141–42

Lord, I hear of showers of blessing,
Thou art scattering full and free;
Showers 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 God, my Father,
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou mightst leave me, but the rather;
Let Thy mercy light on me;
Even me, even me,
Let Thy mercy light on me.

Pass me not, O gracious Savior,
Let me live and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favor;
Whilst Thou’rt calling, O call me;
Even me, even me,
Whilst Thou’rt calling, O call me.

Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus’ merit,
Speak the Word of power to me;
Even me, even me,
Speak the Word of power to me.

Have I been in sin long sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving Thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
O forgive and rescue me;
Even me, even me,
O forgive and rescue 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;
Even me, even me,
Magnify them all in me.

Pass me not; but pardon bringing,
Bind my heart, O Lord, to Thee;
Whilst the streams of life are springing,
Blessing others, O bless me;
Even me, even me,
Blessing others, O bless me.