Hymn to the Holy Spirit

I.

Roots which in their dusty bosoms

Hid an age of golden days,

Stirring, with a cloud of blossoms

Clothe their bareness for Thy praise.

III.

V.

Glad to warn and glad to cherish,

With a faithful tender tongue

Cheers the weak ones near to perish,

Gently leads the ewes with young.

VIII.