There used to be no vacancy
When zeal for God yet burned
But entered in complacency
Few hearts for God now yearn
We fill our inner passages
With much of worldly fare
Along with evil's images
Grown harder now to care
Before the smoldering wick shall fail
God's Spirit blows again
To fan a flame that shall prevail
And vanquish growing sin
Pain shall be the instrument
The Lord shall use to cut
This last resort of implements
For His people in their rut
Many hearts His love will pierce
From God's great jealousy
Because His love's intensely fierce
His church must be set free
