There came a sound from Heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.@Acts 2:2–3
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Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Fan­ny Cros­by, in The Chris­tian Choir, by Ira D. San­key & James Mc­Gran­a­han, cir­ca 1885, num­ber 128.

Lou­van Vir­gil C. Tay­lor, Chor­al An­thems (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: 1850) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Descend, O flame of sacred fire,
Now may we feel Thy quickening power;
To purest love each heart inspire,
And keep us in each trying hour.

Come like a rushing wind, we pray,
And let Thy presence fill this place;
Oh, take our unbelief away,
Baptize us with Thy boundless grace.

Come down from Heaven, O quenchless flame,
Through Christ, the everlasting Son;
The riches of His love proclaim,
And melt our every heart in one.