Elisha, struck with grief and awe,
Cried, Ah! where now is Is­ra­el’s stay?
When he his hon­ored mas­ter saw
Borne by a fie­ry car away.

But while he looked a last adieu,
His man­tle, as it fell, he caught;
The Spi­rit rest­ed on him too,
And eq­ual mi­ra­cles he wrought.

Where is Eli­jah’s God? he cried,
And with the man­tle smote the flood;
His word con­trolled the swell­ing tide,
Th’obe­dient wa­ters up­right stood.

The won­der work­ing Gos­pel, thus
From hand to hand, has been con­veyed
We have the man­tle still with us,
But where, O where, the Spi­rit’s aid?

When Pe­ter first this man­tle waved,
How soon it melt­ed hearts of steel!
Sinners, by thou­sands, then were saved,
But now how few its vir­tues feel?

Where is Eli­jah’s God, the Lord,
Thine Is­ra­el’s hope, and joy, and boast!
Reveal Thine arm, con­firm Thy Word,
Give us ano­ther Pen­te­cost!

Assist Thy mes­sen­ger to speak,
And while he aims to lisp Thy truth,
The bonds of sin and Sa­tan break,
And pour Thy bless­ing on our youth.

For them we now ap­proach Thy throne,
Teach them to know and love Thy name,
Then shall Thy thank­ful people own
Elijah’s God is still the same.