1 

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.

 2 

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.

 3 

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.

 4 

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.