Elisha, Struck with Grief and Awe

Elisha

struck with grief and awe

Cried

Ah! where now is Is­ra­el’s stay?

When he his hon­ored mas­ter saw

Borne by a fie­ry car away.

But while he looked a last ad­ieu

His man­tle

as it fell

he caught;

The Spir­it rest­ed on him too

And eq­ual mi­ra­cles he wrought.

Where is Eli­jah’s God? he cried

And with the man­tle smote the flood;

His word con­trolled the swell­ing tide

Th’obe­dient wa­ters up­right stood.

The won­der work­ing Gos­pel

thus

From hand to hand

has been con­veyed

We have the man­tle still with us

But where

O where

the Spir­it’s aid?

When Pe­ter first this man­tle waved

How soon it melt­ed hearts of steel!

Sinners

by thou­sands

then were saved

But now how few its vir­tues feel?

Where is Eli­jah’s God

the Lord

Thine Is­ra­el’s hope

and joy

and boast!

Reveal Thine arm

con­firm Thy Word

Give us ano­ther Pen­te­cost!

Assist Thy mes­sen­ger to speak

And while he aims to lisp Thy truth

The bonds of sin and Sa­tan break

And pour Thy bless­ing on our youth.

For them we now ap­proach Thy throne

Teach them to know and love Thy name

Then shall Thy thank­ful people own

Elijah’s God is still the same.