Great Was The Day The Joy Was Great
Great was the day, the joy was great,
When the divine disciples met;
While on their heads the Spirit came,
And sat like tongues of cloven flame.
What gifts, what miracles he gave!
And pow’r to kill, and pow’r to save!
Furnish’d their tongues with wondrous words,
Instead of shields, and spears, and swords.
Nations, the learned and the rude,
Were by these heav’nly arms subdu’d,
The heathens saw thy glory, Lord!
And, wond’ring, bless’d thy gracious word.
Come the great day, the glorious hour,
When all shall feel thy saving pow’r,
And the whole race of man confess
The beauty of thy holiness!