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.