1. Alas! Elisha’s servant cried,
When he the Syrian army spied,
But he was soon released from care,
In answer to the prophet’s prayer.
2. Straitway he saw, with other eyes,
A greater army from the skies;
A fiery guard around the hill,
Thus are the saints preservèd still.
3. When Satan and his host appear,
Like him of old, I faint and fear;
Like him, by faith, with joy I see,
A greater host engaged for me.
4. The saints espouse my cause by prayer,
The angels make my soul their care;
Mine is the promise sealed with blood,
And Jesus lives to make it good.
|First Line:||Alas! Elisha's servant cried|
|Title:||Alas! Elisha's Servant Cried|
|Author:||John Newton (1779)|
|Source:||Olney Hymns, (London: W. Oliver, 1779), number 40.|
|Composer:||Joseph Funk (1867)|
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|Source:||Harmonia Sacra 12th edition, 1867|
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