Lord We Believe To Us And Ours

Lord, we believe to us and ours The apostolic promise given; We wait the Pentecostal powers, The Holy Ghost sent down from heaven.

To every one whom God shall call The promise is securely made; To you far off—he calls you all; Believe the word which Christ hath said:

‘The Holy Ghost if I depart, The Comforter, shall surely come, Shall make the contrite sinner’s heart His loved, his everlasting home.’

Ah! leave us not to mourn below, Or long for thy return to pine: Now, Lord, the Comforter bestow, And fix in us the Guest Divine.

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 every one that asks may find, If still thou dost on sinners fall, Come as a mighty rushing wind; Great grace be now upon us all.

Behold, to thee our souls aspire, And languish thy descent to meet: Kindle in each thy living fire, And fix in every heart thy seat.