Like to quivering tongues of flame
Unto each the Spirit came,
Tongues, that earth might hear their call,
Fire, that love might burn in all.

So the wondrous works of God
Wondrously were spread abroad;
Every tribeıs familiar tone
Made the glorious marvel known.

Hardened scoffers vainly jeered;
Listening strangers heard and feared,
Knew the prophetsı word fulfilled,
Owned the work which God had willed.

Still your Spiritıs fullness, God,
On your waiting Church be poured;
Grant our burdened hearts release;
Grant us your abiding peace.

Words: Unknown author, trans. John Ellerton (19thC)
Music: Glebe Field, Bacchus Dykes (19thC)