A Poem for Pentecost
A rushing wind the Spirit came!
Purge us from all that would defame,
O Cleansing One.
Our sins lost in Thy holiness,
Let worthy lives our faith confess,
O Sinless Son.
The gift of tongues the Spirit brought.
May our dull tongues by Thee be taught,
Master of Love.
May words and deeds tell every land
The gospel we preach at Love's command,
The Spirit came in tongues of fire!
Now our cold hearts with flame inspire,
Give us a holy zeal for Thee
To labor for eternity,
Our soul is Thine.
-Catherine Bernard Brown