Thy breath, O Lamb, as rush­ing wind
Descendeth from above
With tongue of fire to ex­tend
Through ves­sels washed in blood.

As wa­ter rains o’er bar­ren earth,
Its vis­age to re­claim,
So words of life in man re­turn
To ma­ni­fest Thy name.

That in our heart this Tri­ni­ty
Of water, blood and breath,
Might tes­ti­fy a mys­te­ry
To souls un­done by death.

That in Thee is eter­nal life
Thou giv­est all who come
By sim­ple faith, and through Thee find
The pro­mised Three in One.

’Tis of this trea­sure love is sown
Whose leaves in me un­furl;
A wit­ness so the lost might know
God’s mer­cy for this world.

Lo, God’s right hand through na­ture frail
Doth tend be­night­ed ground.
Its light and life will vic­to­ry hail
By fruit and gold­en crowns.