The wind . . .
Thou canst not tell whence it cometh,
and whither it goeth;
so is every one that is born of the Spirit.
John 3:8
How strange, mysterious is the wind!
Its changeful moods we know;
We cannot tell from whence it comes,
Or whither it shall go.
List to its sound o'er land and sea
It whistles round the mast,
Soft zephyrs sigh among the trees,
But howl in stormy blast.
It purifies polluted air,
And germs are driven away;
Small birds are winged to higher heights
When chased by hawk or jay.
The heav'nly birth, as Jesus taught,
Is like this unseen pow'r;
The mighty change is felt and known
In faith's most joyful hour.
The Spirit's work transforms the life,
And purifies the soul;
It lifts to heav'n on wings of love,
And takes complete control.
Awake, north wind, and come thou south,
Upon my garden blow;
And let the fragrance of the Christ
In love and worship flow.
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