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 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.
Fulfil the earth bring it to
Birth, and blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be,
But breathe of the Spirit blowing in me.