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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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