Come, Holy Spirit, raise our songs, To reach the wonders of that day, When, with Thy fiery cloven tongues Thou didst such glorious scenes display.

Lord, we believe to us and ours, The Apostolic promise given; We wait the Pentecostal showers, 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 everyone that asks may find, If still Thou dost on sinners fall, Come as a mighty rushing wind, Great grace be now upon us all.