For long, stood I in fellowship
Sitting in comb with the Christians;
Cold, cold, dull and dull it ever seems.
To me was it unusual, but so many were pleased with it;
Just converted, my new world seems promising–
Why should the Church I first knew grow cold still?
Have I not started reading the Apostles’ ACTS?
And build for myself an hunger and thirst?
For that which my Church can’t fill
The boring shepherd preaches a boring sermon,
Fat and sleepy at prayer time—O! Shepherd.
The church sleeps along-
The choir sings with voice not with oil.
Paul and Silas could bear witness of their death
If they with robes and melodious voice sang.
When the prison’s door foundered
And the captives’ chain shattered-
Thank God the Apostles acts were not hidden.
Signs and wonders will they have fought
As many will say it ascended with Christ.
Cold men, ask for the fire
That blazes at the Devil’s heritage!
How can we survive these last days
If the Church fail to burn?
To devour to ashes the Devil’s injection
Error and heresies, sins and prejudice
Accustomed to our habitation…
Ablaze, ablaze,-we must burn.
With ever rising flames and brightened light,
A heat that discomfort the world.
Holiness, righteousness, revival, evangelical, renewal
And cleansing fire.
Ablaze, O! God, set ablaze the ready hearts..
The freezing Church and her frozen shepherd.
For this surely is Thy joy,
That by Thy holy beauty she provokes the heathen to rage
That in blazing charity arrogant sinners melts at once,
And in blazing worship your glory descend;
And exalted thrones are lowered to the earth.
That they might realize they are but men
But Thy Church with blazing force conquer the world.