A Whitsuntide Song

They were gathered in an upper chamber,

As commanded by the Risen Lord,

And the promise of the Father

There they sought with one accord,

When the Holy Ghost from heaven descended

Like a rushing wind and tongues of fire:

So, dear Lord, we seek Thy blessing,

Come with glory now our hearts inspire.

Let the fire fall, let the fire fall,

Let the fire from heaven fall;

We are waiting and expecting,

Now in faith dear Lord we call;

Let the fire fall, let the fire fall,

On Thy promise we depend;

From the glory of Thy presence

Let the Pentecostal fire descend.

As Elijah we would raise the altar

For our testimony clear and true,

Christ the Saviour, loving Healer,

Coming Lord, Baptizer too,

Ever flowing grace and full salvation

For a ruined race Thy love has planned;

For this blessèd revelation,

For Thy written Word we dare to stand.

‘Tis the covenanted promise given,

To as many as the Lord shall call,

To the fathers and their children,

To Thy people, one and all;

So rejoicing in Thy Word unfailing,

We draw nigh in faith Thy power to know –

Come, O come, Thou burning Spirit,

Set our hearts with heav’nly fire aglow.

With a living coal from off Thy altar

Touch our lips to swell Thy wondrous praise,

To extol Thee, bless, adore Thee,

And our songs of worship raise;

Let the cloud of glory now descending

Fill our hearts with holy ecstacy,

Come in all Thy glorious fulness,

Blessèd Holy Spirit, have Thy way.

Redemption Hymnal, No. 249