I see the peril of the world, I see it rot.
I see the church and know that she has not got
What she should have of Calvary love and passion.
She loves her ease and style, and this world’'s smile and fashion.
O Christ, was it for this that Thou didst bleed?
For churches blind to human need?
For lounging pew warmers who never tell
Of saving grace to sinners bound for hell?
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