Hail this joyful day's return,
hail the Pentecostal morn,
morn when our ascended head,
on his Church his Spirit shed
Like to clove tongues of flame
on the twelve the Spirit came
Tongues, that earth may hear their call,
fire, that love may burn in all.

Hear the speech before unknown;
Trembling crowds the wonder own;
What though hardened some abide,
And the holy work deride?
Mystic hour, when Easter's sun,
Seven times seven its course has run;
Church of Christ, from debt made free,
Hail your day of jubilee.

Lord, to you your people bend;
unto us your Spirit send;
blessings of this sacred day
grant us, dearest Lord, we pray.
You who did our forebears guide,
with their children still abide;
grant us pardon, grant us peace,
till our earthly wanderings cease.