God of the Prophets, Bless the Prophets’ Sons
VERSE 1
God of
the prophets! Bless the prophets’ sons,
Elijah’s
mantle o’er Elisha cast;
Each age
its solemn task may claim but once;
Make
each one nobler, stronger, than the last.
VERSE 2
Anoint
them prophets! Make their ears attent
To Thy
divinest speech; their hearts awake
To human
need; their lips make eloquent
To gird
the right and every evil break.
VERSE 3
Anoint
them priests! Strong intercessors, they
For
pardon, and for charity and peace.
Ah, if
with them the world might, now astray,
Find in
our Lord from all its woes release!
VERSE 4
Anoint
them kings; aye, kingly kings, O Lord.
Anoint
them with the Spirit of Thy Son.
Theirs
not a jeweled crown, a blood stained sword;
Theirs,
by sweet love, for Christ a kingdom won.
VERSE 5
Make
them apostles, heralds of Thy cross,
Forth
may they go to tell all realms Thy grace;
Inspired
of Thee, may they count all but loss,
And
stand at last with joy before Thy face.
VERSE 6
O mighty
age of prophet kings, return!
O truth,
O faith, enrich our urgent time!
Lord
Jesus Christ, again with us sojourn;
A weary
world awaits Thy reign sublime.
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