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