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

Clar­ence E. Ebe­rman, in Al­le­lu­ia, ed­it­ed by Frank­lin L. Shep­pard (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Pres­by­ter­i­an Board of Pub­li­ca­tion and Sab­bath School Work, 1915), num­ber 66.

Whit­by Abbey R. Frank Leh­man (1859–1931) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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.

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.