Whit-Sunday

Saviour, Thy Father's promise send;
Spirit of holiness, descend;
Lo, we are waiting for Thee, Lord,
All in one place with one accord.

Come, and convince us all of sin,
Lighting Thy lamp our hearts within;
Thy temples, — but, alas, how slow
Thy presence and Thy voice to know!

Convince us all of righteousness:
By that great work Thy people bless,
Which our High-Priest hath wrought alone,
And carried to His Father's throne.

Of judgment, Lord, convince us too;
Teach us in Christ all things to view:
O make us pure, with lightened eyes,
Harmless as doves, as serpents wise!