Mysterious Presence, Source of All

Mysterious pre­sence

source of all—

The world with­out

the soul with­in

Fountain of life

O hear our call

And pour Thy liv­ing wa­ters in!

Thou breath­est in the rush­ing wind;

Thy Spir­it stirs in leaf and flow­er;

Nor wilt Thou from the will­ing mind

Withhold Thy light and love and pow­er.

Thy hand un­seen to ac­cents clear

Awoke the psalm­ist’s trem­bling lyre

And touched the lip of ho­ly seer

With flame from Thine own al­tar fire.

That touch di­vine

still

Lord

im­part;

Still give the pro­phet’s burn­ing word;

And

vo­cal in each wait­ing heart

Let liv­ing psalms of praise be heard.