Through patience and comfort of the scriptures we may have hope.@Romans 15:4

John H. Anketell, Gospel and Epistle Hymns for the Christian Year (New York: Church Record Company, 1889), number 2.

Coronae William H. Monk, 1871 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William H. Monk (1823-1889)

Lord, Thy Word abideth ever,
Swift to succor, sure to save,
If with faith’s supreme endeavor
We Thy promised mercy crave:
Let its glory
Light the darkness of the grave!

Sweetest peace and consolation
Dwell for ever in that word;
For its tidings of salvation
Tell us of a promised Lord,
Throned in Heaven,
By angelic hosts adored.

There the prophet’s glowing vision
Shows the joy of latter days;
There the wise man’s just decision
Guides our feet o’er earth’s dark ways;
All its pages
Shine with truth’s immortal rays.

There we read the wondrous story
Of the Babe of Bethlehem,
Crucified, but crowned with glory,
Promised rod of Jesse’s stem;
Soon to meet us,
Decked with royal diadem.

Lord, be this our consolation,
When earth’s joy shall pass away;
In death’s hour of tribulation,
In the awful judgment day:
Heavens may vanish,
But Thy Word shall stand for aye!