The blessed Spirit, like the wind,
Blows when and where He please;
How happy are the men who feel
The soul-enlivening breeze!
He forms the inward mind afresh,
Subdues the love of sin,
He takes away the heart of stone,
And plants His grace within.
He sheds abroad the Father’s love,
Applies redeeming blood,
Bids both our guilt and grief remove,
And brings us near to God.
Lord, fill each dead benighted soul
With life and light and joy!
None can Thy mighty power control
Nor Thy glorious work destroy.
by Benjamin Beddome
