A Selection of Hymns ‎#CCCLXXI

CCCLXXI. Ezekiel's Vision of the dry Bones

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 slaughter'd heaps around.

2 And can these mouldering corpses live?
And can these perish'd 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 breathe,
Life spreads thro' 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 Heav'ns and rend the ground
Dead saints shall from their tombs arise,
And spring to life beyond the skies.

Text Information

• First Line: Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye
• Title: Ezekiel's Vision of the dry Bones
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  Ezekiel 37:3
• Topic: Worship: Hymns Before Sermon; Public Religion; Vision of the dry bones

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