We gather at the Master’s feet.
6 “Blest be the tie that binds,” we sing;
Yet to the bending blue above
We look, beyond the face of friends,
To mark the coming of the Dove.
7 Descend upon us as we wait
With open heart—with open word
Breathe on us, mystic Paraclete!
Breathe on us, Spirit of the Lord!
Copyright by J. H. Vincent.