Lo The Zephyr Softly Breathing


Lo! the zephyr softly breathing,
Wakes the earth again;
But the Spirit softly pleading,
Stirs the heart of men.
Precious Spirit! Precious Spirit!
Breathe on us to-day;
Tender Spirit! Tender Spirit!
Leave us not, we pray.

Lo! the showers gently falling,
Buds and flowers bring;
Thro’ the gentle Spirit’s calling,
Hearts are made to sing.
Precious Spirit! Precious Spirit!
Fall on us to-day;
Tender Spirit! Tender Spirit!
Leave us not, we pray.

Lo! the sunlight softly beaming,
Gives a hundred-fold;
But the graces of the Spirit
Yield the fruit untold.
Precious Spirit! Precious Spirit!
Beam on us to-day;
Tender Spirit! Tender Spirit!
Leave us not, we pray.