252--Thou Breath from still eternity

Thou Breath from still eternity

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	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.