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1
Thou Breath from still eternity Breathe o’er my spirit’s barren land— The pine tree and the myrtle tree Shall spring amid the desert sand; And where Thy living water flows The waste shall blossom as the rose.
CThou
Breath from still
e
Fterni
G7
ty
Breathe
C
o'er
my
F
spirit's
G7bar
C
ren
G
land—
The
C
pine
tree and the
D7
myrtle
G
tree
Shall spring
Ca
G
mid
D
the
Gde
D7
sert
G
sand;
And
A7
where
Thy
Dm
living
G7
water
C
flows
The
C7
waste
shall
F
blossom
Dm
as
G7
the
C
rose.
2
May I in will and deed and word Obey Thee as a little child; And keep me in Thy love, my Lord, For ever holy, undefiled; Within me teach, and strive, and pray, Lest I should choose my own wild way.
May I in will and deed and word
Obey Thee as a little child;
And keep me in Thy love, my Lord,
For ever holy, undefiled;
Within me teach, and strive, and pray,
Lest I should choose my own wild way.
CMay
I in will and
F
deed
and
G7
word
CObey
Thee
F
as
a
G7 C
little
G
child;
And
C
keep
me in Thy
D7
love,
my
G
Lord,
For
C
ever
G D
holy,
G D7 G
undefiled;
A7Within
me
Dm
teach,
and
G7
strive,
and
C
pray,
Lest
C7
I
should
F
choose
my
Dm
own
G7
wild
C
way.
3
Thy Spirit, Stream by Thee, the Son, Is opened to us crystal pure, Forth flowing from the heavenly throne To waiting hearts and spirits poor; Athirst and weary do I sink Beside Thy waters, there to drink.
Thy Spirit, Stream by Thee, the Son,
Is opened to us crystal pure,
Forth flowing from the heavenly throne
To waiting hearts and spirits poor;
Athirst and weary do I sink
Beside Thy waters, there to drink.
CThy
Spirit, Stream by
F
Thee,
the
G7
Son,
Is
C
opened
F
to
us
G7 C
crystal
G
pure,
Forth
C
flowing
from the
D7 G
heavenly
throne
To
C
waiting
G
hearts
D
and
G D7
spirits
G
poor;
A7Athirst
and
Dm
weary
G7
do
I
C
sink
C7Beside
Thy
F
waters,
Dm
there
G7
to
C
drink.
4
My spirit turns to Thee and clings, All else forsaking, unto Thee; Forgetting all created things, Remembering only “God in me.” Thy living Stream, Thy gracious Rain, None wait for these, and wait in vain.
On a drive home this tune rose up in my being; I couldn't recall any of the words except, "lest I should choose my own wild way". I found it humorous of the Lord that those were the words He gave me but I was also very humbled in realizing how many times the Lord has saved me from choosing my own wild way. Thank You Lord for Your keeping power, Thy living stream and Thy gracious rain! ❤