Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE HYMNARY: 320. WHITSUNTIDE, by CHARLES COFFIN


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THE HYMNARY: 320. WHITSUNTIDE, by            
First Line: Come, o spirit, from on high
Last Line: With the father and the son.


COME, O Spirit, from on high;
Earth awaits Thee, parched and dry:
Dwell, O Lord, these souls within,
Which Christ's Blood hath cleansed from sin.

O redeem the pledge He gave
Ere the lustrous cloud He clave:
Dwell with us, no more to part,
And with fire baptize each heart.

For a Father lost we mourn;
Look upon us, left forlorn;
Heal our sorrows: only Thou
Canst give hope; O give it now.

Things that Christ in days of old
Did from simple babes withhold,
Things that they might hardly learn,
Let our riper minds discern.

Let the truths, which once a few.
Priests and Prophets dimly knew,
Now be published by Thy grace
Freely among every race.

Let Thy holy influence draw
All men to Thee; let the Law,
Once on dumb stones graven, be
In our hearts writ legibly.

To the Father, glory be,
And the Son eternally,
And the Spirit, ever One
With the Father and the Son.





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