When Christ His Body Up Had Born

When Christ His bo­dy up had born

To Heav’n

from His dis­ci­ples’ sight

Then they like or­phans all for­lorn

Spent their sad days in mourn­ful plight.

But He as­cend­ed up on high

More sac­red gifts for to re­ceive

And free­ly show­er them from the sky

On those which He be­hind did leave.

He for the pre­sence of His flesh

To them the Ho­ly Ghost im­parts

And doth with liv­ing springs re­fresh

Their thirs­ty souls and faint­ing hearts.

While with one mind

and in one place

Devoutly they them­selves re­tire

In rush­ing wind the pro­mised grace

Descends with clov­en tongues of fire.

The house th’Al­migh­ty’s Spir­it fills

Which doth the fee­ble fab­ric shake;

But on their tongue such pow­er in­stills

That makes the amaz­èd hear­er quake.

The Spir­it of ho­ly zeal and love

And of dis­cern­ing

give us

Lord;

The Spir­it of pow­er from a­bove

Of uni­ty and good ac­cord:

The Spir­it of con­vinc­ing speech

Such as will ev­ery con­sci­ence smite

And to the heart of each man reach

And sin and er­ror put to flight:

The Spir­it of re­fin­ing fire

He search­es the in­most heart and mind

To purge all foul and fell de­sire

And kin­dle life more pure and kind.

The Spir­it of faith in this Thy day

Of pow­er against the force of sin

That through this faith we ev­er may

Against our lusts the con­quests win.

Pour down Thy Spir­it of in­ward life

Which in our hearts Thy laws may write

That with­out any pain or strife

We na­tur­al­ly may do what’s right.

On all the earth Thy Spir­it pour

In right­eous­ness it to re­new:

That Sa­tan’s king­dom it may o’er­pow­er

And to Christ’s scep­ter may sub­due.

Like migh­ty wind or tor­rent fierce

It Thy op­po­nents all o’er­run

And ev­ery wick­ed law rev­erse

That faith and love may make all one.

Let peace and joy in each place spring

And right­eous­ness

the Spir­it’s fruits

With meek­ness

friend­ship

and each thing

That with the Christ­ian spir­it suits.

Grant this

O ho­ly God and true.

Who an­cient pro­phets did in­spire:

Haste to per­form Thy pro­mise due

As all Thy serv­ants Thee de­sire.