SPIRIT OF GOD
1. Spirit of God in the clear running
waters,
Blowing to greatness the trees on
the hill,
Spirit of God in the finger of
morning,
Chorus:
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.
2. I saw the scar of a year that lay
dying,
Heard the lament of a lone whip-
poor-will,
Spirit of God, see that cloud crying,