When God of old came down from heav’n,

In pow'r and wrath He came;

Before His feet the clouds were riven,

Half darkness and half flame.

But when He came the second time

He came in pow’r and love;

Softer than gale at morning prime

Hovered His holy Dove.

The fires that rush’d on Sinai down

In sadden torrents dread

Now gently light, a glorious crown,

On every sainted head.

And as on Israel's awe-struck ear

The voice exceeding loud,

The trump that angels quake to hear,

Thrill’d from the deep, dark cloud:

So, when the Spirit of our God

Came down His flock to find,

A voice from heav’n was heard, abroad,

A rushing mighty wind.

It fills the Church of God; it fills

The sinful world around;

Only in stubborn hearts and wills

No place for it is found.

Come, Lord; come, Wisdom, Love, and Pow’r,

Open our ears to hear;

Let us not miss the accepted hour:

Save, Lord, by love or fear.