Happy Pentecost Sunday!

O fire of God whose flames can heal
the rift of man at Babel,
Thy holy presence now reveal
and unify us rabble.

For we have gathered here to pray
that you might lead the way
and turn us to the proper path,
to thee and not to wrath.

A separated Christendom
that shares no common tongue—
our fools prattle, our wise grow dumb,
our truths on lies are strung.

Please unify in fire Lord.
Please forge us; make your sword.
For these poor scraps thy Son hath bled,
this church which you have wed.