1 Mysterious presence, source of all—
The world without, the soul within,
Fountain of life, O hear our call,
And pour Thy living waters in!
2 Thou breathest in the rushing wind;
Thy spirit stirs in leaf and flower;
Nor wilt Thou from the willing mind
Withhold Thy light and love and power.
3 Thy hand unseen to accents clear
Awoke the psalmist’s trembling lyre,
And touched the lips of holy seer
With flame from Thine own altar fire.
4 That touch divine, still, Lord, impart;
Still give the prophet’s burning word;
And, vocal in each waiting heart,
Let living psalms of praise be heard. [Refrain]
Source: The Hymnal #101