O For The Flame!
By W. H. Bathurst
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?
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.