The
night is pressing in upon us, Lord
The
gates of hell are opening wide
The
only refuge that can guard us
Is
the cross in which to hide.
The
Church once bathed in holy passion
Seems
to flounder on its way
The
world, the flesh is so alluring
We've
changed the Rock for straw and clay.
We
hear the noise of distant thunder
The
promises of later rain
A
stirring deep within our soul, cries:
“Lord!
Ignite Your Church again!”
Refrain
Breath
of God, sweep through Your Church today
The
hour of Your return is near
Renew
our love, ignite the flame
To
faithfully serve in Jesus name.
B.
Pent
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