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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421251" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Whitsunday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When God of old came down from Heaven,<br> In power and wrath He came;<br>Before His feet the clouds were riven,<br> Half darkness and half flame:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around the trembling mountain's base<br> The prostrate people lay;<br>A day of wrath and not of grace;<br> A dim and dreadful day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when he came the second time,<br> He came in power and love,<br>Softer than gale at morning prime<br> Hovered His holy Dove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fires that rushed on Sinai down<br> In sudden torrents dread,<br>Now gently light, a glorious crown,<br> On every sainted head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like arrows went those lightnings forth<br> Winged with the sinner's doom,<br>But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth<br> Proclaiming life to come:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as on Israel's awe-struck ear<br> The voice exceeding loud,<br>The trump, that angels quake to hear,<br> Thrilled from the deep, dark cloud;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, when the Spirit of our God<br> Came down His flock to find,<br>A voice from Heaven was heard abroad,<br> A rushing, mighty wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor doth the outward ear alone<br> At that high warning start;<br>Conscience gives back th' appalling tone;<br> 'Tis echoed in the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It fills the Church of God; it fills<br> The sinful world around;<br>Only in stubborn hearts and wills<br> No place for it is found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To other strains our souls are set:<br> A giddy whirl of sin<br>Fills ear and brain, and will not let<br> Heaven's harmonies come in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come Lord, Come Wisdom, Love, and Power,<br> Open our ears to hear;<br>Let us not miss th' accepted hour;<br> Save, Lord, by Love or Fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keble">John Keble</a><div class=q>
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 In power and wrath He came;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
 Half darkness and half flame:

Around the trembling mountain's base
 The prostrate people lay;
A day of wrath and not of grace;
 A dim and ..."></div>
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