Soon to the brink Of this terrestrial world again we sink; For those bright worlds on high, Where reigns the Lord our God in majesty ; WHITSUNTIDE. “His arrow shall go forth as the lightning.” When on the holy Jesus fell The Spirit, like a dove, God by that sign vouchsafed to tell Confined to Israel's narrow bound But when the faithful came, upon In God's appointed hour, With rushing wind and cloven flame, The Spirit in his power, Sign, then had come the promised day, The word should speed resistless way, From pole to pole, from sea to sea, With shout, and song, and victory. Lord, let the lightning of thy word, In every clime be seen and heard, Till all are gentle as the dove, DULL EARS, HARD HEARTS. "He causeth the wind to blow, and the waters flow.' Blow, wind; beat, rain; Come, thou swift hurricane, Wake up their dormant fears, And make them think of past and coming years. The Almighty's breath Through the world's length and breadth Carried the tidings forth of life and death; Calm as the dove Descending from above The Spirit whispered words of heavenly love. Man in his pride God's truth has quite defied, Himself his counsellor, his trust, his guide; Earth's yellow glittering ore― Blow, wind; beat, rain; Come, thou swift hurricane, Wake up their dormant fears, And make them think of past and coming years. |