Thou Wind of God, whose coming stirred A world as yet unmade, And things, which were not, woke and heard And answered and obeyed; By thee the lives that live and move In earth and sea began, And human thought and human love Lit up the heart of man; Until thou camest, Holy One, In Jesus' heart to dwell, That man, in him, might be a son And please the Father well. O thou, who from the Father art, Upon our Spirits move, Until the children's thankful heart Reflects the Father's love.