Lord, kill in me those prophets false;
I’m on Elijah’s side.
Baal prophets in me contest lost;
They cross that great divide.
Then through their deaths release in me
Your Spirit’s prophet gift,
That with Elisha I may see
Elijah’s chariot lift.
Come speak through me your prophet’s word,
Through Resurrection known;
Slay Satan with your sure swift sword
By Spirit’s breath that’s blown.
O let me speak your charity,
For all the world you made–
Your clarity world needs to see
Brought by your Spirit’s blade.
Come, cut us all right to the quick,
And show us Natural Law–
Was there before sin made us sick,
As all the prophets saw.
Now birth again that Law you gave
By your Creator’s Word;
In that New Birth your world you save
through Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Give all baptized your prophet gift
That with Elijah we
May chariot ride to heaven–lift
All Eden there to thee.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 