Scripture Verse

Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from Heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. Acts 2:2–3


Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

Words: The hymn is a cen­to: Vers­es 1–3 are by Ro­bert C. Brack­en­bu­ry, Sac­red Po­ems & Hymns 1792. The re­main­ing stan­zas are from Charles Wes­ley, Re­joice, Re­joice, Ye Fall­en Race, in Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems, 1742, page 165.

Music: St. Cris­pin George J. El­vey, 1862 (🔊 pdf nwc).

George J. Elvey (1816–1893)
National Portrait Gallery



Come, Ho­ly Spi­rit, raise our songs
To reach the won­ders of the day,
When with Thy fie­ry clov­en tongues
Thou didst those glo­ri­ous scenes dis­play.

O ’twas a most aus­pi­cious hour,
Season of grace and sweet de­light,
When Thou didst come with migh­ty pow­er,
And light of truth di­vine­ly bright!

By this the blest dis­ci­ples knew
Their ris­en head had en­tered Hea­ven;
Had now ob­tained the pro­mise due,
Fully by God the Fa­ther gi­ven.

Lord, we be­lieve to us and ours
The apos­to­lic pro­mise gi­ven;
We wait to taste the hea­ven­ly pow­ers,
The Ho­ly Ghost sent down from Hea­ven.

Assembled here with one ac­cord,
Calmly we wait the pro­mised grace,
The pur­chase of our dy­ing Lord—
Come, Ho­ly Ghost, and fill the place!

If ev­ery­one that asks may find,
If still Thou art to sin­ners gi­ven,
Come as a migh­ty rush­ing wind,
To shake our earth, come down from Heav’n.