Wind from heaven blows and, as Spirit known

Wind from heaven blows and, as Spirit known,
Blows, like Pentecost, on us again;
Blows, makes soft our heart; blows, revives each part;
Blows, renews us, sets us free from sin.

Spirit, cloud so great, Tent of Meeting shades,
Covers and supplies bounteous grace.
Us He sanctifies with His very life,
Making us His spir’tual dwelling place.

All-consuming fire purges us entire,
Burns all hidden spots and purifies;
Burns all filth away, burns all common stains,
And through this the Spirit deifies.

God’s electrum shines in this heart of mine;
Thus, His life divine now I possess.
Human with divine—mingled, one to shine,
That through me His life I can express.