The hand of the Lord was upon me, and carried me out in the spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones.@Ezekiel 37:1
The Vision of Ezekiel
Gustave Doré (1832–1883)

Charles Wesley (1707–1788).

Alford John B. Dykes, in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1875 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

Caught by th’Almighty hand,
That Spirit of the Lord,
Carried beyond myself I stand,
A witness of His Word;
I see the book unsealèd,
Least of the prophets’ sons,
I mark Ezekiel’s valley filled
With visionary bones!

Many they are and dry,
Spread through the open vale,
Millions of lifeless souls they lie
Within the Christian pale:
I pass the churches through,
The scattered bones I see,
And Christendom appears in view
A hideous Calvary.

Can these dry bones perceive
The quickening power of grace,
Or Christian infidels retrieve
The life of righteousness?
All-good, almighty Lord,
Thou know’st Thine own design,
The virtue of Thine own great Word,
The energy divine.

Now for Thy mercy’s sake,
Let Thy great Word proceed,
Dispensed by whom Thou wilt, to wake
The spiritually dead;
Send forth to prophesy
Thy chosen messenger,
And Thou the Gospel word apply,
And force the world to hear.

Hear, ye dry bones, and feel
The word of truth and grace:
I will in you Myself reveal,
I will your spirits raise,

Jehovah speaks the word!
The promise is for you,
Ye shall be gradually restored,
And fashioned all anew.

Lord, while at Thy command
Thy servants prophesy,
O let it spread through every land
The sound of Jesus nigh!
The dead professors shake,
And with Thy quickening breath,
Dispose their senseless souls to wake
Out of the sleep of death.