O for that flame of living fire
Which shone so bright in saints of old:
Which bade their souls to heaven aspire
Calm in distress in danger bold!
Where is that spirit, Lord which dwelt
In Abraham’s breast, and sealed him Thine?
Which made Paul’s heart with sorrow melt,
And glow with energy divine?
That spirit which from age to age
Proclaim Thy love, and taught Thy ways?
Brightened Isaiah’s vivid page,
And breathed in David’s hallowed lays?
Is not Thy grace as mighty now
As when Elijah felt its power?
When glory beamed from Moses’ brow,
Or Job endured the trying hour?
Remember, Lord, the ancient days;
Renew Thy work, Thy grace restore;
And while to Thee our hearts we raise,
On us Thy Holy Spirit pour.
Nice song indeed! Thanks
O for that flame of living fire. Which shone so bright in saints of old. Which bade their souls to Heaven aspire. Calm in distress, In danger bold.