Ezekiel 37:7, 8: Lord, while at Thy command

Lord, while at Thy command
Thy servants prophesy,
O let it spread through every land.
The sound of Jesus nigh!
The dead professors shake,
Before Thy life they breathe,
Dispose their senseless souls to wake
Out of the sleep of death:

Let every answering bone
By secret instinct move.
With sinews clothed, the flesh put on.
And then the skin above!
The form of godliness.
And then the virtue give,
Inspire them with Thy Spirit of grace.
And bid the body live.