Scripture Verse

There appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. Acts 2:3


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Songs of Joy and Glad­ness, ed­it­ed by Will­iam Kirk­pat­rick et al. (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Mc­Don­ald & Gill, 1885).

Music: Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (🔊 pdf nwc).

William J. Kirkpatrick (1838–1921)


Come, Lord, and let Thy pow­er
On each and all des­cend,
While ga­thered in Thy ho­ly name,
Before Thy throne we bend.


Refresh our wait­ing souls,
Our fee­ble faith in­spire,
And from Thine al­tar touch our hearts
With coals of sac­red fire.

Come, Lord, and let Thy pow­er
Each thought of self re­move;
And may we feel as ne’er be­fore
Thy pure and per­fect love.


Our wait­ing, long­ing eyes,
Are look­ing up to Thee,
O may we, in Thy smil­ing face,
Our Fa­ther’s glo­ry see.


Come, Lord, Thy pow­er alone
The work of grace can do;
Now let it con­se­crate to Thee
Our hearts and lives anew.


Be ours, with fer­vent zeal,
Thy blood­stained cross to bear;
Till at Thy feet we lay it down,
A crown of life to wear.