O Promised Spirit, come,
And fill the empty place,
Till in our heavenly home
We look upon His face,
Who fought with us in earthly strife,
And won for us immortal life.
PENTECOST
I
Like the beams that from the sun,
Pierce the blackness of the night,
O Promised Spirit, come,
And fill the empty place,
Till in our heavenly home
We look upon His face,
Who fought with us in earthly strife,
And won for us immortal life.
Like the beams that from the sun,
Pierce the blackness of the night,