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						Jam Christus astra ascenderat,
						Reversus unde venerat,
 Patris fruendum munere
 Sanctum daturus Spiritum.
						Solemnis urgebat dies,
						Quo mystico septemplici
 Orbis volutus septies
 Signat beata tempora.
						Cum lucis hora tertia
						Repente mundus intonat,
 Apostolis orantibus
 Deumvenire nuntiat.
						De patris ergo lumine
						Decorus ignis almus est,
 Qui fida Christi pectore
 Calore Verbi compleat.
						Impleta gaudent viscera,
						Afflata Sancto Spiritu,
 Vocesque diversas sonant,
 Fantur Dei magnalia.
						Notique cunctis gentibus,
						Græcis, Latinis, Barbaris,
 Simulque demirantibus,
 Linguis loquuntur omnium.
						Judæa tunc incredula,
						Vesana torvo spiritu,
 Madere musto sobrios
 Christi fideles increpat.
						Sed editis miraculis
						Occurrit et docet Petrus,
 Falsum profari perfidos,
 Joele teste comprobans.
						Deo Patri sit gloria,
						Et Filio, qui a mortuis
 Surrexit, ac Paraclito.
 In sæculorum sæcula.
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						Now Christ, ascending whence He came,
						Had mounted oer the starry frame,
 The Holy Ghost on man below,
 The Fathers promise, to bestow.
						The solemn time was drawing nigh,
						Replete with heavnly mystery,
 On seven days sevenfold circles borne,
 That first and blessed Whitsunmorn.
						When the third hour shone all around,
						There came a rushing mighty sound,
 And told the Apostles, while in prayer,
 That, as was promised, God was there.
						Forth from the Fathers light it came,
						That beautiful and kindly flame:
 To fill with fervor of His word
 The spirits faithful to their Lord.
						With joy the Apostles breasts are fired,
						By God the Holy Ghost inspired:
 And straight, in divers kinds of speech,
 The wondrous works of God they preach.
						To men of every race they speak,
						Alike Barbarian, Roman, Greek:
 From the same lips, with awe and fear,
 All men their native accents hear.
						But Judas sons, een faithless yet,
						With mad infuriate rage beset,
 To mock Christs followers combine,
 As drunken all with new-made wine.
						When lo! With signs and mighty deeds,
						Stands Peter in the midst, and pleads:
 Confounding their malignant lie
 By Joels ancient prophecy.
						To God the Father let us sing,
						To God the Son, our risen King,
 And equally let us adore
 The Spirit, God forevermore.
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