“The Breath of Prayer”

Fan them with the breath of prayer
‘Tis God’s word to thee;
Thresher of the mountains, thou,
Take the victory.

Fan them with the breath of prayer,
Mountains though they be;
And God's wind the heights shall tear,
Scattering them for thee.

Fan them with the breath of prayer;
E'en the hills shall be
But as chaff, as thou dost dare,
Order them to flee.

Fan them with the breath of prayer
Born at Calvary;
Thresh the mountains in His Name,
Claim His Victory.

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