Scripture Verse

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


Victor H. Benke (1872–1904)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1902. Pub­lished in the North­field Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by George C. Steb­bins (New York & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Big­low & Main, 1904), num­ber 142.

Music: Es­ki­şe­hir Vic­tor H. Ben­ke, 1902 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)


Holy Spi­rit, while we gather
At this consecrated hour,
We would ask Thy presence with us,
We would feel Thy quickening power.


Holy Spi­rit, while we gather,
From our toil and labor free,
Rest upon us, dwell within us,
Close our hearts to all but Thee.

Blessèd Spi­rit, through Thy teaching,
While we read our Sav­ior’s word,
And with Him we hold communion,
May His loving voice be heard.


O ’tis prayer that brings the blessing
When all other joys have flown,
Prayer that makes our burdens lighter,
Draws us near our Fa­ther’s throne.