THE DAY OF PENTECOST

When the blessed day of Pentecost
Was fully come, the Holy Ghost
Descended from above,
Sent by the Father and the Son,
To bring immortal blessings down,
And shed abroad God’s love.

Sudden a rushing wind they hear;
And fiery cloven tongues appear;
And sat on every one;
Cloven, perhaps, to be a sign,
That God no longer would confine
His Word to Jews alone.

And were these first disciples blessed
With heavenly gifts? And shall the rest
Be passed unheeded by?
What! has the Holy Ghost forgot
To quicken souls that Christ has bought,
And lets them lifeless lie?

No, thou Almighty Paraclete,
Thou shedd’st Thy heavenly influence yet,
Thou visit’st sinners still;
The breath of life, Thy quickening flame,
Thy power, Thy Godhead, still the same,
We own, because we feel.

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