If Now Thou Dost Thy Work Revive

If now Thou dost Thy work re­vive

If still Thou dost Thy Church in­crease

Persist to save our souls alive

O Christ

stand by Thy wit­ness­es

And ev­ery curs­èd thing re­move

And ev­ery bar to per­fect love.

The vile ab­us­ers of Thy grace

The men of lips and lives un­clean

Above Thy ora­cles who praise

The dreams of Ni­cho­las ob­scene

Restrain by Thy great arm alone

And drive their id­ol from his throne.

Those who with­stand the Gos­pel word

Of real

in­ward right­eous­ness

Betray Thee

while they call Thee Lord

In words ex­alt

in deeds de­base;

Tell them

they shall no far­ther go

To serve the in­ter­ests of Thy foe.

Root up the tares by Sa­tan sown

The whis­per­ing hy­po­crites ex­pel;

And cast the soft ac­cus­er down

But spare the men in­flamed of hell

Nor let them all their bur­den bear

Or gnaw their tongues in sad des­pair.

The breth­ren—false

by stealth crept in

Thy cause and peo­ple to dis­grace

Deceiving and de­ceived by sin

By Satan with his shin­ing face

Detect them

Lord

and scat­ter wide

The spe­cious sons of gild­ed pride.

Let none with­in the pale be found

But sim­ple Is­ra­el­ites in­deed

But men of up­right hearts and sound

The hum­ble

poor

and ho­ly seed

Who tru­ly are what they pro­fess

Thy band of blood-bought wit­ness­es.