There appeared…cloven tongues as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.@Acts 2:3
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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

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

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

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.