Classic Poem

The friends of Jesus , when he rose
The first Ascension day,
Stayed where they were, until He chose
To guide their steps away.

They waited on His promises
With Jesus ' Mother dear.
" He would not leave them comfortless,
A prey to doubt and fear " .

" He would not leave the little flock
He purchased with His Blood
To bear alone the weight and shock
Of darkness, storm and flood " .

All waiting at Jerusalem
The Holy Spirit came
And sat on every head of them
In parted tongues of flame.

Ah, then their hearts were all ablaze,
And then their faith was strong,
And then they found a voice of praise
In every kind of tongue.

O gentle Spirit, come and dwell
In every waking heart;
To make of each Thy citadel,
And never hence depart.