Acts 2:46, 47: What a beautiful sight

What a beautiful sight
When the children of light
In their primitive purity shone!
The disciples of old
Never stray'd from the fold,
But they all were united in one.

To the temple of God
Where His honour abode,
They daily rejoiced to repair;
And the Lord of the place
Daily show'd them His face
In the house of thanksgiving and prayer.

When the Spirit was come,
He attended them home;
And performing to Jesus their vows,
In the breaking of bread
They remember'd their Head,
And a church was in every house.

The affections of grace
Were with prayer and with praise
Carried on in their every employ;
Each meal was a feast,
And their hearts they express'd
In songs of angelical joy.

That gladness of heart
Which their Lord did impart
With simplicity pure from above,
To posterity show'd
The whole counsel of God,
The original triumph of love.

Their impotent foes
Could no longer oppose,
)r withhold their extorted esteem,
But were forced to give place
To a torrent of grace,
And were all carried down with the stream.