“O Breath of Life”

1. O Breath of life, come sweeping through us,
revive your church with life and pow’r;
O Breath of Life, come, cleanse, renew us,
and fit your church to meet this hour.

2. O Wind of God, come bend us, break us,
till humbly we confess our need;
then in your tenderness remake us,
revive, restore, for this we plead.

3. O Breath of love, come breathe within us,
renewing thought and will and heart;
come, Love of Christ, afresh to win us,
revive your church in ev’ry part.

4. O Heart of Christ, once broken for us,
’tis there we find our strength and rest;
our broken, contrite hearts now solace,
and let your waiting church be blest.

5. Revive us, Lord! Is zeal abating
while harvest fields are vast and white?
Revive us, Lord, the world is waiting,
equip your church to spread the light.

Elizabeth Ann Porter Head, 1850-1936

My Faith Has Found a Resting Place

1. My faith has found a resting place,
Not in device nor creed.
I trust the ever-living One;
His wounds for me shall plead.

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that he died for me.

2. Enough for me that Jesus saves,
This ends my fear and doubt;
A sinful soul I come to Him,
He’ll never cast me out.

3. My heart is leaning on the Word,
The written Word of God,
Salvation by my Savior’s name,
Salvation thro’ his blood.

4. My Great Physician heals the sick,
The lost He came to save;
For me his precious blood he shed,
For me his life he gave.

Eliza Edmunds Hewitt, 1851-1920

“O LORD, our Lord, how high, how great”

1. O LORD, our Lord, how high, how great
Is Thine exalted name!
The glories of Thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2. When I behold Thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
The stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light.

3. Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,
That Thou shouldst visit him with grace
And love his nature so?

4. That Thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than His angels are,
To save a dying worm!

5. Let Him be crowned with majesty
Who bowed His head to death,
And be His honours sounded high
By all things that have breath.

6. Jesus, our Lord, how high, how great
Is Thine exalted name!
The glories of Thy heavenly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748