The Voice of Praise ‎#372

372. Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye

1 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye;
See Adam's race in ruin lie;
Sin spreads it trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughtered heaps around.

2 And can these dead awake and 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 breathe,
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.

Text Information

• First Line: Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye
• Author: Doddridge
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: The Christian System: Condemnation; The Vision of Dry Bones
• Notes: Public Domain.

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