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
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Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

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.

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

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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.