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And see the toils we bear, And hear the prayers we send; In answer to our prayers, Our needy souls befriend;-- We need not languish in the night, Though heaven receive Thee from our sight.

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O Promised Spirit, come, And fill the empty place, Till in our heavenly home We look upon His face, Who fought with us in earthly strife, And won for us immortal life.

PENTECOST

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Like the beams that from the sun, Pierce the blackness of the night, Come to us, O Promised One, Spirit, Light.

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Pure as saints who have attained, Clad in brightness for attire, Cleanse our souls by vileness stained, Spirit, Fire.

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Stronger than uplifted arm In the tumult of the fight, Save our timid souls from harm, Spirit, Might.

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Soothing as the calm that falls When the winds and billows cease, Comfort us when fear appals, Spirit, Peace.

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Come, O Gracious Spirit, come, We would have Thee for our Guest, Make our souls Thy chosen home, Spirit, Blest.

I

Come, Holy Ghost, in might, And make our weakness strong; Renew our valour in the fight Against the power of wrong.

II

Come, Holy Ghost, restore The zeal our lives have lost, And on our fainting spirits pour The grace of Pentecost.

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Come, Holy Ghost, in light Our minds and hearts to cheer, And pierce the darkness of our night Of ignorance and fear.

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Come, Holy Ghost, in love, Reveal the love divine, That stooped to earth from heaven above, In sympathy benign.

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And while the ages run, Our praise shall rise to Thee; And to the Father and the Son, One G.o.d, eternally.

I

Spirit of G.o.d, in love descend, And make our hearts Thy place of rest, In all our need a steadfast Friend To fill our store with gifts the best;

II

To cleanse our souls with holy fire From sordid stains that guilt imparts, And with Thy heavenly power inspire Our languid zeal, and fainting hearts;

III

To lift our minds to n.o.bler things Than earth from all its best can show,-- The wealth that flies on speedy wings, The fleeting joys, like sparks that glow.

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Come in the hour of sore distress, When, deep the heart for comfort sighs, And with Thy soothing kindliness The tear-drops wipe from weeping eyes.

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"Lo, I am with you to the end,"

Thus speaks the promise of our Lord; O Spirit of the Christ, descend, Fulfil to us the gracious word.

I

Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm Our troubled souls, and give them rest; And with His touch, like healing balm, Allay the pain of the distressed.

II

We hear the promise Thou did'st make To lone disciples long ago, And peace and hope our souls o'ertake, And joy dispels our brooding woe.

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Now let us feel the Spirit's power, And let us hear His gracious word; Fulfil to us this holy hour The promise of our dying Lord.

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