Acts: And the disciples were filled with joy, &c

The' apostles fly the faithless race
But other sinners find,
Their work perform'd they leave the place,
But leave their Lord behind;
On those who suffer for their God
His glorious Spirit rests,
And sheds His rapturous love abroad.
And fills their ravish'd breasts.

The messengers they cannot miss
Who have the Master still,
The largest taste of heavenly bliss
Who in His Spirit feel:
And in the day of our distress
We too shall gladly own
That stripp'd of all. we all posse
In Jesus' love alone.