"The Breeze in the Tram"

Spirit of God 



Melody - © Medical Mission Sisters

Miriam Therese

Spirit of God in the clear running water Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill. Spirit of God in the finger of morning: Fill the earth, bring it to birth, And blow where you will. Blow, blow, blow till I be But the breath of the Spirit blowing in me. Down in the meadow the willows are moaning Sheep in the pastureland cannot lie still. Spirit of God, creation is groaning: Fill the earth, bring it to birth, And blow where you will. Blow, blow, blow till I be But the breath of the Spirit blowing in me.

I saw the scar of a year that lay dying Heard the lament of a lone whippoorwill. Spirit of God, see that cloud crying: Fill the earth, bring it to birth, And blow where you will. Blow, blow, blow till I be But the breath of the Spirit blowing in me. Spirit of God every man's heart is lonely Watching and waiting and hungry until Spirit of God, man longs that you only Fulfill the earth, bring it to birth, And blow where you will. Blow, blow, blow till I be But the breath of the Spirit blowing in me.