Classic Poem

1

Thou Holy Ghost; mysterious power!
To thee we fly for aid;
Teach us, on wings of Faith to soar,
Our inmost hearts purvey'd.

2

O still, as erst Thou didst inspire,
The chosen of the Lord,
When first they felt the Sacred fire,
Instruct me in Thy Word.

3

With wonder, heard the mingled throng!
They saw and were amazed!
The rushing wind, the cloven tongues —
They trembled as they gazed.

4

But that astonishment was theirs!
Who can their joy unfold!
While each, in his own language hears
Th'important tidings told

5

This wond'rous work, all clement power,
Didst then for man ordain!
That sin, and death, and hell, no more
Might hold their hated reign.

6

Therefore, our gratitude to Thee,
Breaks forth in hymns of joy;
And thus, thro' all eternity,
May we our tongues employ.