On the Descent of the HOLY GHOST at Pentecost. Altered from Dr. H. More

When CHRIST had left his Flock below, The Loss his faithful Flock deplor'd: Him in the Flesh no more they know, And languish for their absent LORD.

Not long—for He gone up on high Gifts to receive, and claim his Crown, Behold them sorrowing from his Sky, And pour'd the Mighty Blessing down.

He, for the Presence of his Flesh, The Spirit's sev'n-fold Gifts imparts, And living Streams their Souls refresh, And Joy divine o'erflows their Hearts.

While all in sweet Devotion join'd Humbly to wait for GOD retire, The promis'd Grace in rushing Wind Descends, and cloven Tongues of Fire.

GOD's mighty Spirit fills the Dome, The feeble Dome beneath him shook, Trembled the Crowd to feel him come, Soon as the Sons of Thunder spoke.

Father! if justly still we claim To Us and Ours the Promise made, To Us be graciously the same, And crown with Living Fire our Head.

Our Claim admit, and from above Of Holiness the Spirit show'r, Of wise Discernment, humble Love, And Zeal and Unity and Pow'r.

The Spirit of convincing Speech Of Pow'r demonstrative impart, Such as may ev'ry Conscience reach And found the Unbelieving Heart.

The Spirit of refining Fire: Searching the Inmost of the Mind, To purge all fierce and foul Desire, And kindle Life more pure and kind.

The Spirit of Faith in this thy Day To break the Pow'r of cancel'd Sin, Tread down its Strength, o'erturn its Sway, And still the Conquest more than win.

The Spirit breath of Inward Life Which in our Hearts thy Laws may write; Then Grief expires, and Pain and Strife, 'Tis Nature all, and all Delight.

On all the Earth thy Spirit show'r, The Earth in Righteousness renew; Thy Kingdom come, and Hell's o'erpow'r, And to thy Sceptre all subdue.

Like mighty Wind, or Torrent fierce Let it Opposers all o'er-run, And ev'ry Law of Sin reverse, That Faith and Love may make all one.

Yea, let thy Spirit in ev'ry Place Its Richer Energy declare, While lovely Tempers, Fruits of Grace The Kingdom of thy CHRIST prepare.

Grant this, O Holy GOD, and True! The Ancient Seers Thou didst inspire: To Us perform the Promise due, Descend, and crown us Now with Fire.