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A PRAYER FOR WHITSUNTIDE.
“And Jesus breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost.”
—John xx. 19–22.
The breath from Thy dear mouth,
Thy Spirit sweet and free,
Is fragrant as the genial South—
Lord Jesus, breathe on me!
Thy Spirit sweet and free,
Is fragrant as the genial South—
Lord Jesus, breathe on me!
Breathe, Lord, and I shall feel
Thy peace within my breast;
A balmy gale will o'er me steal
From Paradise the blest.
Thy peace within my breast;
A balmy gale will o'er me steal
From Paradise the blest.
Breathe, Lord, and I shall see
Thy wounded hands and side;
The veil which hid Thy face from me
Will suddenly divide.
Thy wounded hands and side;
The veil which hid Thy face from me
Will suddenly divide.
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Breathe, Lord, and I shall hear
The whisper of Thy voice,
Putting to flight my guilty fear
And bidding me rejoice.
The whisper of Thy voice,
Putting to flight my guilty fear
And bidding me rejoice.
Breathe, Lord, and power will thrill
This faltering mortal frame,
And clothe me with the steadfast will
To magnify Thy name.
This faltering mortal frame,
And clothe me with the steadfast will
To magnify Thy name.
Lord, breathe upon me now!
Thy Spirit comes and goes
Like wind upon the fluttering bough—
Its method no man knows.
Thy Spirit comes and goes
Like wind upon the fluttering bough—
Its method no man knows.
But, whence it comes, I know—
From that dear mouth of Thine:
Oh, hither, hither may it blow
On this poor heart of mine!
From that dear mouth of Thine:
Oh, hither, hither may it blow
On this poor heart of mine!
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The gift is promised, Lord;
'Tis pledged as well as free;
I hang upon Thy gracious Word—
Lord Jesus, breathe on me!
'Tis pledged as well as free;
I hang upon Thy gracious Word—
Lord Jesus, breathe on me!
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