Thy Breath, O Lamb, as Rushing Wind

Thy breath

O Lamb

as rush­ing wind

Descendeth from above

With tongue of fire to ex­tend

Through ves­sels washed in blood.

As wa­ter rains o’er bar­ren earth

Its vis­age to re­claim

So words of life in man re­turn

To ma­ni­fest Thy name.

That in our heart this Tri­ni­ty

Of water

blood and breath

Might tes­ti­fy a mys­te­ry

To souls un­done by death.

That in Thee is eter­nal life

Thou giv­est all who come

By sim­ple faith

and through Thee find

The pro­mised Three in One.

’Tis of this trea­sure love is sown

Whose leaves in me un­furl;

A wit­ness so the lost might know

God’s mer­cy for this world.

Lo

God’s right hand through na­ture frail

Doth tend be­night­ed ground.

Its light and life will vic­to­ry hail

By fruit and gold­en crowns.