How oft we long to be amidst that early chosen band;
To see the brutal print of nail upon Thy risen hand.
Yet ’tis our fortune to be favor-ed above the rest;
For through belief, not having seen, we are most highly blessed.
Still yet we yearn to have partak’n that first Most Holy Feast;
To see Thee bless the Blood and Flesh Thou offered for we least.
Yet when recalled Thou shared, “Do This In Remembrance Of Me.”;
We now, as they, are Thy true Paschal company.
O to have been among those baptized with the cloven fire;
And seen those flames of Comforter which did new tongues inspire.
Yet when our hymns do lift our hearts with, “Jesus Is The Lord.”;
The Pentecostal fire of bliss becomes our great reward.
More still we long to win a place amidst Thine endless glory;
To praise by casting crowns before Thee ‘side the crystal sea.
“Whoso Believes Shall Not Perish But Have Eternal Life.”
How oft desire doth dim our Faith amidst this earthly strife.
Lord help us to recall Thy words amidst our love of Thee;
“I Am With You Always” does well-bespeak Eternity.
Let us never forget that Thy Remembrance liveth still;
And for us to be always with you be your Holy Will.