There appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.@Acts 2:3-4
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Frederick W. Faber (1814-1863)

Frederick W. Faber, cento from Jesus and Mary, 1849.

Cambridge (Randall) John Randall, 1790 (repeats last phrase) (🔊 pdf nwc).

No track is on the sunny sky,
No footprints on the air;
Jesus hath gone: the face of earth
Is desolate and bare.

The Upper Room is Heaven on earth;
Within its precincts lie
All that earth has of faith, or hope,
Or heaven-born charity.

One moment—and the silentness
Was breathless as the grave;
The fluttered earth forgot to quake,
The troubled trees to wave.

He comes! He comes! that mighty Breath
From Heaven’s eternal shores;
His uncreated freshness fills
His Bride, as she adores.

Earth quakes before that rushing blast,
Heaven echoes back the sound,
And mightily the tempest wheels
That Upper Room around.

One moment—and the Spirit hung
O’er all with dread desire;
Then broke upon the heads of all
In cloven tongues of fire.