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VERSE 1
Spirit of God in the clear running water,
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill;
Spirit of God, in the finger of morning,
VERSE 2
I saw a scar of a year that lay dying,
Heard the lament of a lone whippoorwill;
Spirit of God, see that cloud crying.
REFRAIN
Fill the earth, bring it to birth, and blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be,
But the breath of the Spirit blowing in me.
