Sparks of revival echo through the land,
A crackle stirs the silence of the night,
Bright embers dance where shadows once held stand,
And kindle flames of pure and holy light.
We see them leap, these tongues of sacred fire,
A blaze to fan with every fervent breath,
To chase the dark where godless creeds retire,
And rout the plague of liberalism’s death.
Proclaim the truth—Christ is our burning core,
The torch that sets the heart and soul aflame,
A radiant call no tyrant can ignore,
A spark to bear His everlasting name.
So let us stoke this blaze till all is won,
The Holy flame triumphant in the Son.