O Spirit of the living Lord,
You blow across the waiting world:
You cleanse and heal earth's wounded face
With balm poured from the cross of grace.
O Spirit, from Christ's heart thrust through,
You wash parched earth with welcome dew;
You wake to life the buried seed,
You give new bread: the starved you feed.
O Spirit, burning in us still:
You melt the frozen, warm the chill;
You cool us in the day's long heat;
You send, at nightfall, rest most sweet.
O threefold God, this festive day
Send forth your Spirit as we pray.
Before you the redeemed world bends:
You are the joy that never ends.
( Pentecost, by Istvan Dorffmaister)