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.