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FROM
THE WHOLE WORKS OF
THE RIGHT REV. JEREMY TAYLOR, D.D.
LORD BISHOP OF DOWN, CONNOR, AND DROMORE.
Volume XV.
FESTIVAL HYMNS
On the Feast of Pentecost, or Whitsunday
Tongues of fire from heaven descend
With a mighty rushing wind,
To blow it up and make
A living fire
Of heav'nly charity, and pure desire,
Where they their residence should take.
On the apostles' sacred heads they sit;
Who now, like beacons, do proclaim and tell
Th'invasion of the host of hell;
And give men warning to
defend
Themselves from the enraged brunt of it.
Lord, let the flames of holy charity,
And all her gifts and graces,
slide
Into our hearts, and there
abide;
That thus refined, we may soar above
With it unto the element of love,
Even unto thee, dear Spirit, -
And there eternal peace and rest inherit.
Amen.
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