God of the prophets, bless the prophet’s sons;
Eljah's mantle o'er Elisha cast,
Each age its solemn task may claim but once,
Make each one nobler, stronger than the last.

Anoint them prophets, make their ears attent
To thy divinest speech, their hearts awake
To human need, their lips make eloquent
To gird the right and ev'ry evil break.

Anoint them priests, strong intercessors they,
For pardon and for charity and peace.
Ah, if with them the world might, now astray,
Find in our Lord rom all its woes release.

Anoint them kings; aye, kingly kings, O Lord.
Anoint them with the Spirit of the Son.
Theirs not a jeweled crown, a blood-stained sword,
Theirs, by sweet love, for Christ a kingdom won.

Make them apostles, heralds of thy Cross
Forth may they go to tell all realms thy grace.
Inspired of thee, may they count all out loss
And stand at last with joy before thy face.