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V. DOMINICA PENTECOSTES.
Clear as those silver trumps of old
That woke Judea's jubilee;
Strong as the breeze of morning, rolled
O'er answering woodlands from the sea
That woke Judea's jubilee;
Strong as the breeze of morning, rolled
O'er answering woodlands from the sea
That Evangelic anthem vast
Which winds, like sunrise, round the globe,
Following that sunrise, far and fast
And trampling on his fiery robe.
Which winds, like sunrise, round the globe,
Following that sunrise, far and fast
And trampling on his fiery robe.
Once more the Pentecostal torch
Lights on the courses of the year:
The ‘Upper Chamber’ of the Church
Is thrilled once more with joy and fear.
Lights on the courses of the year:
The ‘Upper Chamber’ of the Church
Is thrilled once more with joy and fear.
Who rears her brow from out the dust?
Who fixes on a world restored
A gaze like Eve's, but more august?
Who lifts it heaven-ward on her Lord?
Who fixes on a world restored
A gaze like Eve's, but more august?
Who lifts it heaven-ward on her Lord?
It is the Birthday of the Bride!
The new begins; the ancient ends:
From all the gates of Heaven flung wide
The promised Paraclete descends.
The new begins; the ancient ends:
From all the gates of Heaven flung wide
The promised Paraclete descends.
He who o'ershadowed Mary once
O'ershades Humanity to-day;
And bids her fruitful prove in sons
Co-heritors with Christ for aye.
O'ershades Humanity to-day;
And bids her fruitful prove in sons
Co-heritors with Christ for aye.
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