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W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.


Arthur Middlemore Morgan

O SON of God, who wentest up on high

Only to come more nigh,

More nigh Thy orphaned Twelve the first of us

Thy Sons innumerous,

Lo, at the break of Pentecostal Day,

We list what God will say

In Sion, in the mountain of Thy choice

We wait the still small Voice.

He speaks! He speaks! Now he that hath an ear

Let him the loved Voice hear;

“That where I am My Own might be alway,

On earth I would not stay;

A little while, and in My Gracious Rain

To earth I came again,

That I with man might dwell and be his Friend

Even unto the end.

“The Flesh Which died, which nevermore shall die,

’Twas That I bare on high;

My Death, My Life, to work ’mid sin and woe,

’Twas That I sent below;

Summed in the Mighty Wind and Tongues of Fire

Are all ye can desire,

That ye may work with This your God and be

Mine through Eternity.”

Amen! Amen! So be it, Lord, with all

Who love Thy Festival!

Thou hast not left us orphans; to our need

The Comforter indeed,

The Eternal Father’s Promise, Thy Work’s Crown,

The Spirit has come down;

The Father thus and Son in Souls may dwell

For ever. It is well.