God of our Fathers, Hear

God of Our Fathers, Hear

God of my fathers help me please;
God of our fathers save us.
All other help has fled and flees;
All other help betrays us.

The closing storm, the battle’s end,
Has taunted all our weakness;
God of our fathers, see and send,
Thy hope amidst the bleakness.

A spirit right, a mind with light,
From sin & error save me;
Lord granting these, into the fight,
Invest the gifts you gave me.

The world vents at the church it’s spleen
Who saves itself from libel,
Assuring all they’re not so mean
As to believe the bible.

The Frankfurt prophets they let in
Brought foreign laws in with them;
Until the sheep, confused, begin
To judge the truth that lit them.

The world condemns the church for truths
They’ve long ago forsaken;
When faithful saints that filled its pews
With them the world had shaken.

So we repent for right and vow
That we will not be like them!
Relinquish ancient sword and trowel,
And seat the devil’s Titan.

Our people pressed into a form
By haters never sated;
Who’s scorn as honor should be worn,
For shameful clapping traded.

Oh God these know not what they do,
Our prophet’s failed and shaken;
Once were the light they now eschew,
Were free but now are taken.

Confounded at ourselves we bring
Our humbled lone petition;
There’s none, not one, but thee our King,
Can heal again our vision.

Lord can these dry bones live again
And fight and win Your battles?
Oh prophesy you sons of men,
Oh wind of God them rattle.

Oh live again! Ye harried sheep!
And muster, nothing frightened!
The hour hastens He shall reap
Gomorah’s clusters ripened.

Surely in vain the foe now roars
Against our King in Zion
Who’s arrows for His bride will sore
Avenge the sighs they fly on.

Charles Church, 7/17/22