When Jesus at the feast reclined,
And sad disciples sorrowed most,
He gave, to soothe their troubled mind,
The promise of the Holy Ghost.
"I will not leave you," thus He spake,
"As orphans here alone to dwell;
With you My sure abode I'll make,
And all your loneliness dispel."
And when amid the clouds of heaven,
Th' ascending Lord to sight was lost;
The promised Gift of Christ was given
Upon the hallowed Pentecost.
He came upon a rushing wind,
The faint apostles to inspire;
And on their waiting band declined,
In form of cloven tongues of fire.
And as the Spirit utterance gave,
Their tongues expressed the thought inspired;
And faltering, timid hearts were brave,
And fainting souls with zeal were fired.
O Spirit, Gift of Christ adored,
Our need behold, in power descend;
And, as was promised by our Lord,
Abide our Comforter, and Friend.