Scripture Verse

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


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Sac­red Songs, 1709, Book II, num­ber 144, alt.

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

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Tay­lor (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Great was the day, the joy was great,
When all the wait­ing dis­ci­ples met;
Whilst on their heads the Spi­rit came,
And sat like tongues of clov­en flame.

What gifts, what mi­ra­cles He gave!
And pow­er to kill, and pow­er to save!
He fur­nished their tongues with won­drous words,
Instead of shields, and spears and swords.

Thus armed, He sent the cham­pi­ons forth
From east to west, from south to north:
Go, and as­sert your Sav­ior’s cause;
Go, spread the mys­te­ry of His cross.

These wea­pons of the ho­ly war,
Of what al­migh­ty force they are
To make our stub­born pas­sions bow,
And lay the proud­est re­bel low!

Nations, the learn­èd and the rude,
Are by these heav­en­ly arms sub­dued;
While Sa­tan rag­es at his loss,
And hates the doc­trine of the cross.

Great King of Grace! my heart sub­due;
I would be led in tri­umph, too,
A will­ing cap­tive to my Lord,
And sing the vic­to­ries of His Word.