Thou Breath from still eternity

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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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