SAINT ELIJAH, PROPHET
"The Lord, He is God!"
Praises to the great Elijah!
Let our songs to heaven rise.
His the grace to hear God's whisper
Where all earthly music dies.
Clad in skins he made his dwelling
On Mount Carmel, finding there
That austere and lonely wisdom
Hidden in a life of prayer.
Yet he went forth at God's bidding,
Flashed God's word and law abroad
Till the idols fell around him
And his people turned to God.
May we, too, make war on falsehood,
Burn with zeal for God's command
Till we follow our true Master
In whose sight we always stand.
[from the Carmelite Ordo, author unknown]
"The Lord, He is God!"
Praises to the great Elijah!
Let our songs to heaven rise.
His the grace to hear God's whisper
Where all earthly music dies.
Clad in skins he made his dwelling
On Mount Carmel, finding there
That austere and lonely wisdom
Hidden in a life of prayer.
Yet he went forth at God's bidding,
Flashed God's word and law abroad
Till the idols fell around him
And his people turned to God.
May we, too, make war on falsehood,
Burn with zeal for God's command
Till we follow our true Master
In whose sight we always stand.
[from the Carmelite Ordo, author unknown]