Text: | Vision of Dry Bones |
1 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye:
See Adam's race in ruin lie;
Sin spread its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughtered heaps around.
2 And can these mouldering corpses live?
And can these perished bones revive?
That, mighty God, to Thee is known;
That wondrous work is all Thine own.
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First Line: | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye |
Title: | Vision of Dry Bones |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |