The Holy Spirit

A city full of churches:
Great preachers, lettered men!
Grand music, choirs and organs,
If these all fail, what then?
Good workers, eager, earnest,
Who labor hour by hour,
But where, oh where, my brother,
Is God’s Almighty power?

It is the Holy Spirit,
That quickeneth the soul;
God will not take man-worship,
Nor bow to man’s control.
No human innovation,
No skill, or worldly art,
Can give a true repentance,
Or break the sinner’s heart!

We may have human wisdom,
Grand singing, great success,
There may be fine equipment,
But these things do not bless.
God wants a pure clean vessel,
Anointed lips and true.
A man filled with the Spirit,
To speak His message through.