Vision of Dry Bones. L. M.
1. LOOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
See Adam's race in ruin lie;
Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughterd heaps around.
2. Thy ministers are sent in vain
To prophesy upon the slain;
In vain they call, in vain they cry
Till thine almighty aid is nigh.
3. But by thy Spirit's quickening breath,
Life spreads through all the realms of death
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move, they waken, they rejoice.