1 The land is dry; the prophet's word is clearly spoken, rarely heard: the ground is hard and groans for rain; Lord, speak, that we may live again! 2 The people die; the voice divine rejects our clamour for a sign; yet, Lord, in sin and death we mourn; let breath be given, let life return! 3 False gods abound, and rival cults; our lying enemy exults: come, sweep them, Lord, from heart and mind and Satan's prisoners all unbind! 4 The churches drift; we lose our nerve, forgetting who it is we serve; Lord, judge and save us; burn, and bless and do not leave us comfortless! 5 As patriarchs and prophets prayed, teach us to follow undismayed: teach us to stand for you today; but first, our God, teach us to pray! 6 Our Father, let it here be known whose is the word, the blood, the throne; throughout this earth that Jesus trod let nations know that you are God!