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May our hearts be full of fire for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!
Let no chill of ease descend, no tepid slumber dim our sight.
Rise, O soul, and burn with holy flame, unquenched by worldly breath,
Lest the charge of Laodicea fall upon us at our death.
Once the Bridegroom’s torch was carried high through dark and starless night,
Zeal like lightning clove the heavens, love like furnace roared with might.
Shall we now, redeemed by blood so dear, in comfort’s cradle lie,
While the world grows cold around us and the faithful faint and die?
Lukewarm heart, thou wretched thing, neither hot nor cold art thou;
Spued from His mouth who bought thee dear, what mercy claimest thou?
Awake, arise, cast off the grave-clothes of this drowsy age,
Rekindle love with tears and fasting, turn again the sacred page.
Let prayer be fuel, Scripture oil, and worship blaze the pyre;
Let every thought, each deed, each word feed higher, ever higher.
No middle ground, no neutral shore—choose thou this very day:
To burn for Christ with ceaseless fire, or fade in shades of gray.
O Lord of glory, King of love, send down Thy Spirit’s wind and flame!
Consume our dross, our sloth, our pride, and write upon our frame
The name that none can read but Thee, the mark of those who dare
To live as martyrs in their time, though yet the cross they bear.
So may it never, never be—by grace let it be said—
That any true-born child of Thine grew lukewarm, cold, or dead.
But rather let the angels sing, when time itself is past,
“Here walked a soul ablaze for Christ, and burns in heaven at last.”
Amen.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 