1 Great was the day, the Joy was great
When the divine Disciples met;
Whilst on their Heads the Spirit came,
And sat like Tongues of cloven Flame.
2 What Gifts, what Miracles he gave!
And Pow'r to kill, and Pow'r to save!
Furnish'd their Tongues with wond'rous Words,
Instead of Shields, and Spears, and swords.
3 Thus arm'd, he sent the Champions forth,
From East to West, from South to North;
Go, and assert your Saviour's Cause:
Go, spread the Myst'ry of his Cross.
4 These Weapons of the holy War,
Of what Almighty Force they are,
To make our stubborn Passions bow,
And lay the proudest Rebel low!
5 Nations, the Learned and the Rude,
Are by these Heav'nly Arms subdu'd;
While Satan rages at his Loss,
And hates the Doctrine of the Cross.
6 Great King of Grace! my Heart subdue;
I would be led in Triumph too,
A willing Captive to my Lord,
And sing the Vict'ries of his Word.
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First Line: | Great was the Day, the Joy was great |
Title: | The Effusion of the Spirit; Or, The Success of the Gospel |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Topic: | Effusion of the Spirit |