Joy! Because the Circling Year

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 earth 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.

Hardened scoff­ers vain­ly jeered;

Listening strang­ers heard and feared

Knew the pro­phets’ word ful­filled

Owned the work which God had willed.

Still Thy Spir­it’s full­ness

Lord

On Thy wait­ing Church be poured;

Grant our bur­dened hearts re­lease;

Grant us Thine ab­id­ing peace.