O THOU BROODING DOVE

by A. B. Simpson

John 7:37,38; Rom.8:26,27

O Holy Ghost, Thou Brooding Dove,
Thou’rt  fluttering o’er my nestling soul,
With holy peace and wooing love,
And making all my being whole.

My spirit sings with joyful praise,      
And laughs aloud with holy mirth,
As if some new and glorious life,
Had just received its heavenly birth.

From distant heights and boundless depths
The living stream within me flows,
Flooding the garden of my heart,
Till every flower with fragrance blows.

Sometimes with breath of living  flame
Thou dost my inmost soul inspire,
Till all my heart becomes one prayer
Of mighty faith and strong desire.


From Songs of The Spirit
Christian Alliance Publishing, 1920.

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