I praise Thee for Thy mystery,
That I may truly contact Thee;
In unapproachable light Thou wast
But now as Spirit nigh to me.
The Father, Son, and Spirit, Thou,
The triune God, my life fore'er;
In me Thou art the full supply
That I Thy holy nature share.
The triune God the Spirit is,
And comes as breath and wind to me;
'Tis thus I may experience
The Godhead's wondrous mystery.
All that the Father is and has
In His beloved Son doth rest,
And all the riches of the Son
Are by the Spirit now possessed.
The Spirit doth descend on me
And to my spirit enters in,
That He, the Father in the Son,
My blessed portion be within.
The Father is the fountainhead,
The Son expression gives to Him;
The Spirit is His very flow,
As my reality within.
The Father in the Son has come
That God to man Himself may show;
The Son as Spirit enters me
That God I inwardly may know.
The Father purposed that the Son
Should be the first in everything;
The Son the Father takes as Head
And over all His headship brings.
The Spirit perfectly desires
That Christ, the Son, be glorified,
And He reveals Him unto me,
That He be fully testified.
Thy final form the Spirit is,
Our worship to receive within;
If I Thy riches would enjoy,
In spirit I must contact Him.
If I in spirit worship Thee,
In spirit live, in spirit pray,
The Holy Spirit I will touch
And Thee enjoy in every way.