Acts 2:17-21

• [Act 2:17] Oh, Enter, Lord, Thy Temple

  Oh, enter, Lord, Thy temple, Be Thou my spirit’s Guest, Who gavest me, the earth-born, A second birth more blest. Thou in the Godhead, Lord, Though here to dwell Thou deignest, Forever equal reignest, Art equally adored. Oh, enter, let me know Thee And feel Thy power within, The power that breaks our fetters And rescues us from sin; Oh, wash and cleanse Thou me That I may serve Thee truly And render honor duly With perfect heart to Thee. Thou art, O Holy Spirit, The true anointing Oil, Through which are consecrated Soul, body, rest, and toil To Christ, whose guardian wings, Where’er their lot appointed, Protect His own anointed, His prophets, priests, and kings. Thou, Holy Spirit, teachest The soul to pray aright; Thy songs have sweetest music, Thy prayers have wondrous might. Unheard they cannot fall, They pierce the highest heaven Till He His help hath given Who surely helpeth all. Thy gift is joy, O Spirit, Thou wouldst not have us pine; In darkest hours Thy comfort Doth ever brightly shine. And, oh, how oft Thy voice Hath shed its sweetness o’er me And opened heaven before me And bid my heart rejoice! All love is Thine, O Spirit; Thou hatest enmity; Thou lovest peace and friendship, All strife wouldst have us flee; Where wrath and discord reign, Thy whisper kindly pleadeth And to the heart that heedeth Brings love and light again. Our path in all things order According to Thy mind, And when this life is over And all must be resigned, Oh, grant us then to die With calm and fearless spirit And after death inherit Eternal life on high.

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• [Act 2:20] We Wait For A Great And Glorious Day

  We wait for a great and glorious day, As many as love the Lord, When shadows shall flee, and clouds pass away, And weeping no more be heard. Refrain O wonderful day, that soon may be here! O beautiful hope, the pilgrim to cheer! Thy coming we hail in tuneful accord, Thou glorious day of Christ, our Lord. In glory and pow’r our King shall appear, And call to Himself His own; No distance, nor death shall part them as here, Nor sin, with its pains, be known. Refrain For crosses we’ve born then crowns will be giv’n, For tempests, eternal calm; For pathway of thorns, rich mansions in Heav’n, For warfare, the victor’s palm. Refrain We know not the day, we know not the hour, When sounds the last trump so clear; But loud rings a cry from truth’s lofty tower, “The day of the Lord is near.” Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal