1 Does it not grief and wonder move,
To think of Israel's dreadful fall,
Who needed miracles to prove,
Whether the Lord was God or Baal.
2 Methinks I see Elijah stand,
His features glow with love and zeal,
In faith and pray'r he lifts his hand,
And makes to heav'n his great appeal.
3 O God if I thy servant am,
If 'tis thy message fills my heart,
Now glorify thy holy name,
And shew this people who thou art.
4 He spoke, and lo! a sudden flame,
Consum'd the wood, the dust, the stone,
The people struck, at once proclaim,
"The Lord is God, the Lord alone."
5 Like him we mourn an awful day,
When more for Baal than God appear,
Like him, believers, let us pray,
And may the God of Isr'el hear.
6 Lord if thy servant speaks the truth,
If he indeed is sent by thee,
Confirm the word to all our youth,
And let them thy salvation see.
7 Now may the spirit's holy fire,
Pierce ev'ry heart that hears thy word,
Consume each hurtful vain desire,
And make them know, thou art the Lord.