Does it not grief, and wonder move,

To think of Israel’s shameful fall?

Who needed miracles to prove

Whether the LORD was GOD, or Baal!

Methinks I see Elijah stand,

His features glow with love and zeal,

In faith and prayer he lifts his hand,

And makes to heav’n his great appeal,

“O God! if I thy servant am,

If ’tis thy message fills my heart;

Now glorify thy holy name,

And show this people who thou art!”

He spake, and lo! a sudden flame

Consumed the wood, the dust, the stone;

The people struck, at once proclaim

“The LORD is GOD, the LORD alone.”

Like him we mourn an aweful day,

When more for Baal, than GOD appear;

Like him, believers, let us pray,

And may the GOD of Israel hear!

Lord, if thy servant speaks thy truth,

If he indeed is sent by thee;

Confirm the word to all our youth,

And let them thy salvation see.

Now may thy Spirit’s holy fire

Pierce every heart that hears thy word;

Consume each hurtful vain desire,

And make them know thou art the Lord.