From the north where God is dwelling

Comes a rushing, stormy gale.

Now the mighty Spirit blowing

All our being does assail.

We are stirred to our foundations —

How this wind awakens us!

Thus we're open for God's dealings,

And the cloud descends on us.

With the cloud we have His presence

Sweetly hov'ring over us;

So enveloped by His nearness;

In the Lord we put our trust.

But the cloud brings with it fire

To consume our selfish lusts;

That as ashes something higher

May be added into us.

Then from out the flashing fire

Comes th' electrum glowing bright.

God as gold and man as silver

Now are mingled. What a sight!

This bright metal, O Lord Jesus,

Is Thyself, Lamb-God sublime.

O Lord, work Thyself within us

Till th' electrum in us shines.

By our passing through this cycle,

Living creatures we become

To express the life of Jesus;

He with whom we've been made one.

We express Him as a human,

As a man so good and fine;

Balanced, normal, never striving;

Fully human, yet divine.

We express Him as a lion

Conquering every enemy;

As an ox obedient, lowly,

Faithful in His ministry.

We express Him as an eagle,

So transcendent, soaring high;

Never held by fear or flatter,

He above it all does fly.

Hallelujah! What a figure

Of the way God deals with us!

From the wind, cloud, fire, electrum,

To the creatures glorious:

As the man, the ox and lion,

As the eagle — all the four

Will be our complete expression

As we eat Him more and more.