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COME, WINDS OF GOD!

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jun 28, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 26.

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COME, WINDS OF GOD!

By Henry Burton, D. D.

COME, Winds of God, and chase The mists of doubt away! That I may see His face, And know His perfect day— The day when self and sin shall cease, In perfect love and perfect peace.
Come, Winds of God, and blow Upon this heart of mine! The fires are dim and low, Half-quenched the spark divine; Breathe on me till one ardent flame Shall tell the wonders of Thy name.
Come, Winds of God, and shake The lips which falter so! Their selfish silence break, To tell the things we know; Till my glad tongue shall speak and sing The glories of my Saviour King!
Come, Winds of God! the sky Is darkening o'er the deep; The hearts of Israel sigh, The eyes of Israel weep— For fields all barren, labor vain— Come, bring the sound of plenteous rain
My soul, in silence bow! The Winds of God are still; They blow, we know not how, Fresh from the holy hill; We hear them not, but feel them nigh, For God Himself is passing by!
—Henry Burton, D. D.