1 Day divine, when in the temple
To the first disciples came
Glory new and treasure ample,
Mighty gifts and tongues of flame!
Day to happy souls commended,
When the Holy Ghost was given,
When the Comforter descended,
Bringing down the joy of heaven!

2 Lord, to-day Thy people learneth
No new wonder, no strange tale;
Lord, to-day Thy people yearneth
Here the Holy Ghost to hail!
O'er again to write the story
Our weak trembling souls aspire:
Unto us may come the glory,
Full on us may fall the fire!

3 Hath the Holy ghost been holden
By those ancient saints alone?
Only may the ages olden
Call the Comforter their own?
Ah, their portion we inherit,
Ours the sorrow, ours the sin:
We beseech the Holy Spirit;
We the Comforter would win.