Scripture Verse

When the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all…in one place…Suddenly there came a sound from Heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. Acts 2:1–3

Introduction

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Henry More
(1614–1687)

Words: Hen­ry More, Di­vine Di­a­logues with Di­vine Hymns 1668, alt.

Music: Rus­sia adapt­ed from Dmi­tri S. Bort­ni­an­sky, 1825 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Dmitri S. Bortniansky
(1752–1825)

Lyrics

When Christ His body up had born
To Heav’n, from His disciples’ sight,
Then they like orphans all forlorn
Spent their sad days in mournful plight.

But He ascended up on high,
More sacred gifts for to receive
And freely shower them from the sky
On those which He behind did leave.

He for the presence of His flesh
To them the Holy Ghost imparts,
And doth with living springs refresh
Their thirsty souls and fainting hearts.

While with one mind, and in one place
Devoutly they themselves retire,
In rushing wind the promised grace
Descends with cloven tongues of fire.

The house th’Almighty’s Spirit fills,
Which doth the feeble fabric shake;
But on their tongue such power instills,
That makes the amazèd hearer quake.

The Spirit of holy zeal and love,
And of discerning, give us, Lord;
The Spirit of power from above,
Of unity and good accord:

The Spirit of convincing speech,
Such as will every conscience smite,
And to the heart of each man reach,
And sin and error put to flight:

The Spirit of refining fire,
He searches the inmost heart and mind,
To purge all foul and fell desire,
And kindle life more pure and kind.

The Spirit of faith in this Thy day
Of power against the force of sin,
That through this faith we ever may
Against our lusts the conquests win.

Pour down Thy Spirit of inward life,
Which in our hearts Thy laws may write,
That without any pain or strife
We naturally may do what’s right.

On all the earth Thy Spirit pour,
In righteousness it to renew:
That Satan’s kingdom it may o’erpower,
And to Christ’s scepter may subdue.

Like mighty wind or torrent fierce,
It Thy opponents all o’errun,
And every wicked law reverse,
That faith and love may make all one.

Let peace and joy in each place spring,
And righteousness, the Spirit’s fruits,
With meekness, friendship, and each thing
That with the Christian spirit suits.

Grant this, O holy God and true.
Who ancient prophets did inspire:
Haste to perform Thy promise due,
As all Thy servants Thee desire.