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Forty days, most wondrous days!
He in word and act displays
Sign and miracle, the keys
Of His Kingdom's mysteries.

On the great Ascension Day,
When those Forty Days are ended,
With His holy hands extended,
Leading forth His chosen, pressing
To receive His final blessing,
We behold Him pass away
In a cloud of glory rise,
Vanishing from mortal eyes.
Once again the Angels fair,
Tidings wonderful declare;
He shall come again, they say,
As ye saw Him go away.

While our hearts within us burn,
With His chosen now we turn
And obedient with them
Go we to Jerusalem,
There in expectation sweet
To wait the Promised Paraclete—
The Holy Ghost, whose tongues of fire
Shall illumine and inspire.
Lo! He comes on Whitsun-Day,
The Holy Ghost for whom we pray,
And on rushing, mighty wings,