Joy because the circling year
Brings our day of blessings here;
Day when first the Light divine
On the Church began to shine.
Like to quivering tongues of flame
Unto each the Spirit came:
Tongues that each might hear their call;
Fire, that love might burn in all.
So the wondrous works of God
Wondrously were spread abroad;
Every tribe's familiar tone
Made the glorious marvel known.
Still the Spirit's fullness, Lord,
On thy waiting Church be poured!
Once thou on thy Church didst shower
Mighty signs and words of power;
Humbler things we ask thee now,
Gifts of heaven to men below;
Grant our burdened heart release,
Grant thine own abiding peace.
|First Line:||Joy because the circling year|
|Latin Title:||Beata nobis gaudia|
|Translator:||John Ellerton (1871)|
|Translator:||Fenton J. A. Hort (1871)|