O for That Flame of Living Fire

O for that flame of liv­ing fire

Which shone so bright in saints of old!

Which bade their souls to Heav’n as­pire

Calm in dis­tress

in dan­ger bold.

Where is that Spir­it

Lord

which dwelt

In Ab­ra­ham’s breast

and sealed him Thine?

Which made Paul’s heart with sor­row melt

And glow with en­er­gy di­vine?

That Spir­it which

from age to age

Proclaimed Thy love

and taught Thy ways?

Brightened Isai­ah’s vi­vid page

And breathed in­to Da­vid’s hal­lowed lays?

Is not Thy grace as migh­ty now

As when Eli­jah felt its pow­er;

When glo­ry beamed from Mos­es’ brow

Or Job en­dured the try­ing hour?

Remember

Lord

the an­cient days;

Renew Thy work; thy grace re­store;

Warm our cold hearts to pray­er and praise

And teach us how to love Thee more.