Give us the days as past:
When true fear of sin, abiding;
Penitential ears on altars cast;
And men's Hearts, self-chiding!
Give us those reviving visit,
When thy sky was torn opened:
Fixed on earth's thy royal seat.
Oh let thy heaven again be reopened!
For Pentecostal flame, we cry --
No tears for gold and fame;
Give burnings, or we would die!
Send fire us for the sake of thy name!
Oh, let thy flaming, enriching
Name run through the earth;
Conquering thrones; reviving
From sin, the grave and death!
Burning heart, eyes seeing;
Lips sharp, and thoughts divine,
We pray, give to thy ministering
Ones, who speak what's thine.
Give a taste of that glorious day,
A day cloudless; eternal morning:
Unmixed, and ever-beaming ray
Engulfing that forever dawning!
Lord, for the sake of the just,
Thy Christ, our Lord and friend,
Who for our sakes kissed the dust,
Grant that we see a glorious end!
Amen!
Ojo'je Ad'eyi