Joy because the circling year

Brings our day of blessings here;

Day when first the Light divine

On the Church began to shine.

Like to quivering tongues of flame

Unto each the Spirit came:

Tongues that each might hear their call;

Fire, that love might burn in all.

So the wondrous works of God

Wondrously were spread abroad;

Every tribe's familiar tone

Made the glorious marvel known.

Still the Spirit's fullness, Lord,

On thy waiting Church be poured!

Once thou on thy Church didst shower

Mighty signs and words of power;

Humbler things we ask thee now,

Gifts of heaven to men below;

Grant our burdened heart release,

Grant thine own abiding peace.

Alleluia!

Amen.