O Thou, at whose almighty word
The glorious light from darkness sprung!
Thy quick’ning influence afford,
And clothe with pow’r the preacher’s tongue.

Though ’tis thy truth he hopes to speak,
He cannot give the hearing ear:
‘Tis thine, the stubborn heart to break,
And make the careless sinner fear.

Thus we would in the means be found,
And thus on thee alone depend;
To make the gospel’s joyful sound,
Effectual to the promised end.

Now, while we hear thy word of grace,
Let self and pride before it fall;
And rocky hearts dissolve apace,
In streams of sorrow at thy call.

—Olney Hymns, p. 125, no. 18