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Hymn for Whitsunday

Granted is the Saviour’s prayer,

Sent the gracious Comforter;

Promise of our parting Lord,

Jesus to His heaven restored:

Christ; who, now gone up on high,

Captive leads captivity;

While His foes from Him receive

Grace, that God with man may live.

God, the everlasting God,

Makes with mortals His abode;

Whom the heavens cannot contain,

He vouchsafes to dwell in man.

Never will He thence depart,

Inmate of an humble heart;

Carrying on His work within,

Striving till He cast out sin.

There He helps our feeble moans,

Deepens our imperfect groans;

Intercedes in silence there,

Sighs the unutterable prayer.

Come, Divine and peaceful Guest,

Enter our devoted breast;

Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,

Kindle there the Gospel-fire.

Crown the agonizing strife,

Principle, and Lord of life;

Life Divine in us renew,

Thou the Gift and Giver too!

Now descend and shake the earth,

Wake us into second birth;

Now Thy quickening influence give,

Blow—and these dry bones shall live!

Brood Thou o’er our nature’s night,

Darkness kindles into light;

Spread Thy over-shadowing wings,

Order from confusion springs.

Pain, and sin, and sorrow cease;

Thee we taste, and all is peace;

Joy Divine in Thee we prove,

Light of truth, and fire of love.

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