What praise emerged from waiting lips
when hope seemed all but lost?
No promised Spirit yet had come,
no day of Pentecost.
Yet day by day in psalm and prayer
they gathered, hearts aflame;
remembering all that Jesus did,
the faithful blessed God's name.
Have we who know what God would do
been faithful to our task?
Have we assumed the Spirit's power
but never paused to ask?
Perhaps our faith has grown routine
and worship seems the same:
our songs too centered on ourselves,
our trust in God too tame.
Come, fire that sings in dancing tongues,
ignite our languid praise;
stir up our hymns with heaven's breath;
give life to note and phrase;
our voices join in vibrant songs
that tell what God has done;
then send us forth to love and serve
the Christ in everyone.