joy that never ends

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)