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Spirit of the Lord, Breath of Life to me, Showing me the things, He would have me see; Overcoming gently, fears and doubt and pain, Showing how God loves me, over and again. Mind brings up the problems, makes them loom so high, Spirit of the Living God, shows me He is nigh. Gently He is talking, showing out His love, Living out His image, of the gentle dove. Many ways He’ll teach me, things I need to know, Things I must encounter, if in Him I’d grow. Times that I would hurry, times that I would rush, I would miss His whispers, unless I stop and hush. Softly He is speaking, I must pause to hear, Though His words are quiet, He is always near. Mine the call to listen, mine the call to heed; His the task to teach me, meet me at my need. Spirit of the Lord, dwell within my soul, Cleansing mind and will, making feelings whole; Bringing me in likeness, to our Lord above, Molding me and changing, always with God’s love. Spirit of the Lord, Breath of Life to me, Only with Thy help, can I be what I should be. Changing from the world’s way, changing to Your own, While on earth I’m living, till You call me home. Spirit of the Lord, Spirit pure and sweet, Guide me, draw me, bring me; to my Saviour’s feet. Take my prayers and change them, to His language pure; Help me in His will to walk, and of His love be sure. Spirit of the Lord, holy, strong and free, Every prayer He’ll answer, when You and man agree. Though our flesh is carnal, though our wills are weak, We too can be holy, when we listen to You speak. Teach us Holy Spirit, to let You take control, To guide and educate us, body mind and soul, We would be like Jesus, You must show the way; Ever close beside us, lead us day by day. © 8-9/6/98
Spirit of the Lord, Breath of Life to me,
Showing me the things, He would have me see;
Overcoming gently, fears and doubt and pain,
Showing how God loves me, over and again.
Mind brings up the problems, makes them loom so high,
Spirit of the Living God, shows me He is nigh.
Gently He is talking, showing out His love,
Living out His image, of the gentle dove.
Many ways He’ll teach me, things I need to know,
Things I must encounter, if in Him I’d grow.
Times that I would hurry, times that I would rush,
I would miss His whispers, unless I stop and hush.
Softly He is speaking, I must pause to hear,
Though His words are quiet, He is always near.
Mine the call to listen, mine the call to heed;
His the task to teach me, meet me at my need.
Spirit of the Lord, dwell within my soul,
Cleansing mind and will, making feelings whole;
Bringing me in likeness, to our Lord above,
Molding me and changing, always with God’s love.
Only with Thy help, can I be what I should be.
Changing from the world’s way, changing to Your own,
While on earth I’m living, till You call me home.
Spirit of the Lord, Spirit pure and sweet,
Guide me, draw me, bring me; to my Saviour’s feet.
Take my prayers and change them, to His language pure;
Help me in His will to walk, and of His love be sure.
Spirit of the Lord, holy, strong and free,
Every prayer He’ll answer, when You and man agree.
Though our flesh is carnal, though our wills are weak,
We too can be holy, when we listen to You speak.
Teach us Holy Spirit, to let You take control,
To guide and educate us, body mind and soul,
We would be like Jesus, You must show the way;
Ever close beside us, lead us day by day.
© 8-9/6/98
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