Lord, burn in us your own incense,
And breathe o’er all the earth
Aroma of your recompense
Through our Messiah’s birth.
May your aroma cover earth
As we, your censer, swing.
Come, burn our hearts on heaven’s hearth,
From chariot we sing.
For we all take Elijah’s side,
Our false gods doomed to fail;
With him to heaven, we now ride,
Forsaken all our baals.
From chariot your incense pours,
That chariot called Church.
You’re healing all our Lazarus sores;
We throw away earth’s crutch,
Join Abraham and Lazarus
By heaven’s cooling stream.
The same aroma comes to us
That we knew in earth’s dream.
All earth now is your incense pot,
We all breathe heaven’s air;
No longer are creation’s blot–
All rise to heaven fair.
Our sins and Satan both now choke
On our aroma sweet;
Aroma is salvation’s cloak,
As round your throne we meet.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 