The Winds of God

When winds of God blow in,They sweep out false belief;Their healing currents winA conquest over grief.Oh, clean and cool they blow,Encompassing and kind;Men feel their touch and knowThe harmony of Mind.Through wilderness, Red Sea,Where patient feet have trod,There blow, unceasingly,The mighty winds of God.

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