Thou Breath from still eternity

Thou Breath from still eternity

Breathe o’er my spirit’s barren land—

The pine tree and the myrtle tree

Shall spring amid the desert sand;

And where Thy living water flows

The waste shall blossom as the rose.

May I in will and deed and word

Obey Thee as a little child;

And keep me in Thy love

my Lord

For ever holy

undefiled;

Within me teach

and strive

and pray

Lest I should choose my own wild way.

Thy Spirit

Stream by Thee

the Son

Is opened to us crystal pure

Forth flowing from the heavenly throne

To waiting hearts and spirits poor;

Athirst and weary do I sink

Beside Thy waters

there to drink.

My spirit turns to Thee and clings

All else forsaking

unto Thee;

Forgetting all created things

Remembering only “God in me.”

Thy living Stream

Thy gracious Rain

None wait for these

and wait in vain.