There appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. Acts 2:3
If you know where to get a good photo of Eberman or Lehman (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Jesus, my king, with thorn-crowned brow,
O let Thy Spirit fill me now;
In faith I bow before Thy cross,
All earthly things I count but dross.
Yes, Lord, I hear Thy voice of love,
That draws my soul to Thee above;
For strength I ask, to follow Thee,
Where’er, by faith, Thy hand I see.
I give myself, my time, my all;
In worship at Thy feet I fall;
Then bid me rise to service new,
Whate’er there is for me to do.
I will obey Thy voice divine,
And calmly place my hand in Thine;
I’ll follow Thee with joyful heart,
Where’er I can Thy word impart.
My burdens, Lord, I bring to Thee;
O change them into songs for me;
No other place heart-strength affords,
My king of kings, and Lord of lords.