1 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye;
See Adam's race in ruin lie;
Sin spreads 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 thy own.
3 Thy ministers are sent in vain
To prophesy upon the slain;
In vain they call, in vain they cry,
Till thine almighty aid is nigh.
4 But if thy Spirit deign to breath,
Life spreads through all the realms of death:
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move, they waken, they rejoice:
5 So when thy trumpet's awful sound
Shall shake the heavens and rend the ground,
Dead saints shall from their tombs arise,
And spring to life beyond the skies.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799
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|The Cyber Hymnal #8198||Look Down, O Lord||Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye||OCTAVIUS||Philip Doddridge||LM||Published posthumously in <cite>Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures</cite>, by Job Orton (J. Eddowes and J. Cotton, 1755)|