tr., John Brownlie
When Jesus at the feast reclined,
And sad disciples sorrowed most,
He gave, to soothe their troubled mind,
The promise of the Holy Ghost.
|I will not leave you,| thus He spake,
|As orphans here alone to dwell;
With you My sure abode I'll make,
And all your loneliness dispel.|
And when amid the clouds of heaven,
Th' ascending Lord to sight was lost;
The promised Gift of Christ was given
Upon the hallowed Pentecost.
He came upon a rushing wind,
The faint apostles to inspire;
And on their waiting band declined,
In form of cloven tongues of fire.
And as the Spirit utterance gave,
Their tongues expressed the thought inspired;
And faltering, timid hearts were brave,
And fainting souls with zeal were fired.
O Spirit, Gift of Christ adored,
Our need behold, in power descend;
And, as was promised by our Lord,
Abide our Comforter, and Friend.