Acts 1:9-10

• [Act 1:9] He Is Gone, A Cloud Of Light

  He is gone—a cloud of light Has received Him from our sight; High in Heav’n, where eye of men Follows not, nor angels’ ken; Through the veils of time and space, Passed into the holiest place; All the toil, the sorrow done, All the battle fought and won. He is gone—and we remain In this world of sin and pain: In the void which He has left On this earth, of Him bereft. We have still His work to do, We can still His path pursue; Seek Him both in friend and foe, In ourselves His image show. He is gone—we heard Him say, “Good that I should go away,” Gone is that dear form and face, But not gone His present grace; Though Himself no more we see, Comfortless we cannot be: No, His Spirit still is ours, Quickening, freshening all ours powers. He is gone—towards their goal World and church must onward roll; Far behind we leave the past; Forward are our glances cast: Still His words before us range Through the ages as they change: Wheresoe’er the truth shall lead, He will give whate’er we need. He is gone—but we once more Shall behold Him as before; In the heaven of heavens the same, As on earth He went and came; In the many mansions there, Place for us He will prepare; In that world unseen, unknown, He and we shall yet be one. He is gone—but not in vain, Wait until He comes again: He is risen, He is not here, Far above this earthly sphere; Evermore in heart and mind There our peace in Him we find: To our own eternal Friend, Thitherward let us ascend.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Acts 2:4

• [Act 2:4] Rejoice! The Year Upon Its Way

  Rejoice! the year upon its way Has brought again that blessèd day, When on the chosen of the Lord The Holy Spirit was outpoured. On each the fire, descending, stood In quivering tongues’ similitude— Tongues, that their words might ready prove, And fire, to make them flame with love. To all in every tongue they spoke; Amazement in the crowd awoke, Who mocked, as overcome with wine, Those who were filled with power divine. These things were done in type that day, When Eastertide had passed away, The number told which once set free The captive at the jubilee. And now, O holy God, this day Regard us as we humbly pray, And send us, from Thy heavenly seat, The blessings of the Paraclete. To God the Father, God, the Son, And God the Spirit, praise be done; May Christ the Lord upon us pour The Spirit’s gift forevermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Acts 2:47--3:1

• [Act 3:1] Hour Of Prayer, The

  Glory to God for the joy to meet Here at the hour of prayer; Welcome the bliss of communion sweet Here at the hour of prayer! Refrain Nearer the gate to the soul’s bright home, Nearer the vales where the faithful roam, Nearer to God and the Lamb we come, Here at the hour of prayer. Far from the world we may turn away, Here at the hour of prayer; Gladly we rest from the toils of day Here at the hour of prayer. Refrain Rich are the blessings that all may seek Here at the hour of prayer; Grace for the weary, the faint, the weak, Here at the hour of prayer. Refrain Oh, what a holy and calm repose Here at the hour of prayer! Love in its fullness the heart o’erflows Here at the hour of prayer. Refrain

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• [Act 3:1] Sweet Hour Of Holy, Thoughtful Prayer

  Sweet hour of holy, thoughtful prayer, Thy peace and calm may we improve, And in God’s healing service share The truths revealed by His dear love. Lord, may Thy truth upon the heart Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew. May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone Which bears her to the King of kings, And rests her at His sheltering throne.

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Acts 22:20

• [Act 22:20] First Of Martyrs, Thou Whose Name

  First of martyrs, thou whose name Doth thy golden crown proclaim, Not of flowers that fade away Weave we this thy crown today. Bright the stones which bruise thee gleam Sprinkled with thy life blood’s stream; Stars around thy sainted head Never could such radiance shed. Every wound upon thy brow Sparkles with unearthly glow; Like an angel’s is thy face Beaming with celestial grace. Oh, how blessèd first to be Slain for Him Who bled for thee; First like Him in dying hour Witness to almighty power. First to follow where He trod Through the deep Red Sea of blood; First, but in thy footsteps press Saints and martyrs numberless. Glory to the Father be, Glory, Virgin Born, to Thee, Glory to the Holy Ghost, Praised by men and heavenly host.

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  source: Cyberhymnal