O Lord, send down Thy heavenly fire
To burn away the dross.
Cause us Thy glory to desire
And count all else but loss.
How vain it is for us to sing
With no song in our heart,
No song which causes heaven to ring
Nor soothes our hidden smart.
Our prayers how weak and false they are,
How hindered from within;
We do not have the things we ask
Because of our sin.
We see men tottering all around
Upon the brink of woe.
So may Thy mighty power come down
And saving grace bestow.
O Lord, send down Thy heavenly fire
To burn away the dross;
Cause us Thy glory to desire
And count all else but loss.
Randal O. Seiver
