Caught by th’Almighty Hand

Caught by th’Al­migh­ty hand

That Spir­it of the Lord

Carried be­yond my­self I stand

A wit­ness of His Word;

I see the book un­sealèd

Least of the pro­phets’ sons

I mark Eze­ki­el’s val­ley filled

With vi­sion­ary bones!

Many they are and dry

Spread thro’ the op­en vale

Millions of life­less souls they lie

Within the Christ­ian pale:

I pass the church­es thro’

The scat­tered bones I see

And Chris­ten­dom ap­pears in view

A hi­de­ous Cal­va­ry.

Can these dry bones per­ceive

The quick­en­ing pow­er of grace

Or Christ­ian in­fi­dels re­trieve

The life of right­eous­ness?

All-good

al­migh­ty Lord

Thou know’st Thine own de­sign

The vir­tue of Thine own great Word

The ener­gy di­vine.

Now for Thy mer­cy’s sake

Let Thy great Word pro­ceed

Dispensed by whom Thou wilt

to wake

The spir­it­ual­ly dead;

Send forth to pro­phe­sy

Thy chos­en mes­sen­ger

And Thou the Gos­pel word ap­ply

And force the world to hear.

Hear

ye dry bones

and feel

The word of truth and grace:

I will in you My­self re­veal

I will your spir­its raise

Je­ho­vah speaks the word!

The pro­mise is for you

Ye shall be gra­du­al­ly re­stored

And fa­shioned all anew.

Covered with flesh and skin

Ye shall your Sav­ior know

And find the breath of life with­in

Which I on all be­stow;

The joy­ful news re­ceive

The grace to sin­ners giv’n

The know­ledge of your Lord

and live

The sin­less life of Heav’n.