Scripture Verse

Thy word is truth. John 17:17


Words: Ben­ja­min Bed­dome (1717–1795). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Adapt­ed to Pub­lic Wor­ship (Lon­don: Bu­rton & Briggs, 1818), num­ber 684. The Re­fresh­ing Word.

Music: Lam­beth (Schult­hes) Wil­helm A. F. Schul­thes, 1871 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Bed­dome (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Wilhelm A. F. Schulthes (1816–1879)


Dear Lord, Thy word of truth af­fords
A balm for ev­ery wound;
Hence all our hopes of bliss arise,
And here our peace is found.

The tree of life, be­neath whose shade
The wea­ry pil­grim sits;
And there re­gal­ing on its fruits,
With sweet re­fresh­ment meets.

The sure foun­da­tion of our faith,
And source of all our joy,
May it our warm­est thoughts en­gage,
Our in­most souls em­ploy.

But not on us alone be­stow,
These re­cords of Thy love,
Let dis­tant lands Thy truth re­ceive,
And all its bless­ings prove.