God of the Prophets, Bless the Prophets’ Sons

God of the pro­phets! Bless the pro­phets’ sons

Elijah’s man­tle o’er Eli­sha cast;

Each age its so­lemn task may claim but once;

Make each one nob­ler

strong­er

than the last.

Anoint them pro­phets! Make their ears at­tent

To Thy di­vin­est speech; their hearts awake

To hu­man need; their lips make elo­quent

To gird the right and ev­ery ev­il break.

Anoint them priests! Strong in­ter­cess­ors

they

For par­don

and for char­ity and peace.

Ah

if with them the world might

now as­tray

Find in our Lord from all its woes re­lease!

Anoint them kings; aye

king­ly kings

O Lord.

Anoint them with the Spir­it of Thy Son.

Theirs not a jew­eled crown

a blood stained sword;

Theirs

by sweet love

for Christ a king­dom won.

Make them apos­tles

her­alds of Thy cross

Forth may they go to tell all realms Thy grace;

Inspired of Thee

may they count all but loss

And stand at last with joy be­fore Thy face.

O migh­ty age of pro­phet kings

re­turn!

O truth

O faith

en­rich our ur­gent time!

Lord Je­sus Christ

again with us so­journ;

A wea­ry world awaits Thy reign sub­lime.