Pentecost

*** Narrative Lectionary *** Lectionary Reading: Acts 2:1-4; Gal. 4:1-7, 5:16-26 CLASSIC POEM: Pentecost John Keble ‘And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting: and there appeared unto them cloven tongues, like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them: and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost.’—ACTS II. 2, 3. WHEN God of old came down from heaven, In power and wrath He came; Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame: Around the trembling mountain’s base The prostrate people lay, Convinc’d of sin, but not of grace; It was a dreadful day. But when He came the second time, He came in power and love, Softer than gale at morning prime Hover’d His holy Dove. The fires that rush’d on Sinai down In sudden torrents dread, Now gently light, a glorious crown, On every sainted head. Like arrows went those lightnings forth Wing’d with the sinner’s doom, But these like tongues, o’er all the earth Proclaiming life to come: And as on Israel’s awe-struck ear The voice exceeding loud, The trump, that Angels quake to hear, Thrill’d from the deep dark cloud, So, when the Spirit of our God Came down His flock to find, A voice from heaven was heard abroad, A rushing mighty wind. Nor doth the outward ear alone At that high warning start; Conscience gives back th’ appalling tone; ’Tis echoed in the heart. It fills the Church of God; it fills The sinful world around; Only in stubborn hearts and wills No place for it is found. To other strains our souls are set: A giddy whirl of sin Fills ear and brain, and will not let Heaven’s harmonies come in. Come, Lord, come, Wisdom, Love, and Power, Open our ears to hear; Let us not miss th’ accepted hour; Save, Lord, by Love or Fear. *** This poem is in the public domain, and may be read in a live-streamed worship service. CONTEMPORARY POEM: Pentecost Malcolm Guite SNIPPET: Today we feel the wind beneath our wings Today the hidden fountain flows and plays Today the church draws breath at last and sings As every flame becomes a Tongue of praise. … [ READ THE FULL POEM ]