Hear Us, Thou That Broodest

Hear us

Thou that brood­est o’er the wa­te­ry deep

Waking all cre­ation from its pri­mal sleep;

Holy Spir­it

breath­ing breath of life di­vine

Breathe in­to our spir­its

blend­ing them with Thine.

Light and life im­mor­tal

hear us as we raise

Hearts

as well as voic­es

ming­ling pray­er with praise.

When the sun aris­eth in a cloud­less sky

May we feel Thy pre­sence

Holy Spir­it

nigh;

Shed Thy ra­di­ance o’er us

keep it cloud­less still

Through the day be­fore us

per­fect­ing Thy will.

When the fight is fierc­est

in the noon­tide heat

Bear us

Holy Spir­it

to our Sav­ior’s feet;

There to find a re­fuge

till our work is done

There to fight the bat­tle

till the bat­tle’s won.

If the day be fall­ing sad­ly as it goes

Slowly in its sad­ness sink­ing to its close

May Thy love in mer­cy kind­ling

ere it die

Cast a ray of glo­ry o’er our ev­en­ing sky.

Morning

noon

and ev­en­ing

when­so­e’er it be

Grant us

gra­ci­ous Spir­it

quick­en­ing life in Thee;

Life that gives us

liv­ing

life of heav­en­ly love

Life that brings us

dy­ing

life from Heav­en above.