The apostolic promise given;
We wait the pentecostal powers,
The Holy Ghost sent down from heaven.
Assembled here with one accord,
Calmly we wait the promised grace,
The purchase of our dying Lord;
Come, Holy Ghost, and fill the place.
If every one that asks may find,
If still thou dost on sinner fall,
Come as a mighty rushing wind;
Great grace be now upon us all.
Ah! leave us not to mourn below,
Or long for thy return to pine;
Now, Lord, the Comforter bestow,
And fix in us the Guest divine.
- Charles Wesley
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