1 O that Thy fire now soon were kindled,
Thou Lover of a fallen race,
And all the world might come to cherish
The boundless treasures of Thy grace!
O that the wretched heathen millions
From north and south, from west and east,
Might bow the knee to Thee, Redeemer,
And gather for a thankful feast.
2 O that Thy sheep might soon be gathered
By Thee, our Shepherd good and true,
And led into Thy verdant pastures
To be refreshed each day anew!
O that Thy voice might soon be heeded
By all whom Thou wouldst draw to Thee
And in Thy loving bosom carry
As Thy redeemed, from sin made free!
3 O that the day might soon be dawning
When Thou, our Bridegroom, shalt appear
To claim Thine own and let them flourish
In yonder realms of bliss and cheer!
There, clad in fairest wedding garments,
They each shall find their bounteous share
While seated at Thy Kingdom's tables
To share the east Thou dost prepare.
Source: American Lutheran Hymnal #110
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|American Lutheran Hymnal #110||O That Thy Fire Now Soon Were Kindled||O that Thy fire now soon were kindled||INCENSE||H. Brueckner||9 8 9 8 D.||1930||The Means of Grace | Missions||From the German|