Oh Lord behold the sinners lost
Thy harvest that is wont to waste
And send the power of Pentecost
And send the Gospel forth in haste.

With arduous love that used to be
Rekindle thou the old and young
And bring the love of bended knee
Of Gospel with a fiery tongue.

Reset the jewel thou didst claim
The precious stone thou didst admire
And kindle there the dying flame
And make they church a living fire.