Abide
The Son of God in tears
The wondering angels see;
Be thou astonished, O my soul!
He shed those tears for thee.
He wept that we might weep:
Each sin demands a tear;
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
Lord God the Holy Ghost,
In this accepted hour;
As on this day of Pentecost,
Descend in all thy power.
We meet with one accord,
In our appointed place,
And wait the promise of our Lord,
The Spirit of all grace.
Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
- Abide