CCXLIV. Ezekiel's Vison 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 breath,
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 Vison of the dry bones
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
Scripture:
Topic: Dead sinners quickened; Burdened soul praying for relief
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