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Sep 28, 2006
You promised us a baptism of fire.
But here we are bogged down in slothful mire,
Thy people fat, content, increased in goods,
Resentful if we prod them from their moods.
Forgive them, Father, oh, forgive!
Shake them awake! and let them live
Upon the plane of Pentecostal power-
Less enduement cannot meet this hour.
Before You come to take Your spotless Bride,
We trust You for a world revival tide!
-Leonard Ravenhill
I hail in the twentieth century, the blessing of our age restored- a Church holy in life, triumphant in faith, self-sacrificing in service with one aim, to preach Christ crucified "unto the uttermost part of the earth."
-John Hyde (written in 1901).
