| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | Pentecost | | 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, | 5 |
| We list what God will say | |
| In Sion, in the mountain of Thy choice | |
| We wait the still small Voice. | |
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| He speaks! He speaks! Now he that hath an ear | |
| Let him the loved Voice hear; | 10 |
| “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 | 15 |
| Even unto the end. | |
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| “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; | 20 |
| 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.” | |
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| Amen! Amen! So be it, Lord, with all | 25 |
| 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; | 30 |
| The Father thus and Son in Souls may dwell | |
| For ever. It is well. | | | | |
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