Concordia ‎#50

50. Thy Word, O Lord, like Gentle Dews

1 Thy Word, O Lord, like gentle dews,
Falls soft on hearts that pine;
Lord, to Thy garden ne'er refuse
This heavenly balm of Thine.
Watered by Thee, let ev'ry tree
Forth blossom to Thy praise,
By grace of Thine bear fruit divine,
Thro' all the coming days.

2 Thy Word is like a flaming sword,
A wedge that cleaveth stone;
Keen as a fire, so burns Thy word,
And pierceth flesh and bone.
Let it go forth o'er all the earth,
To cleanse our hearts within,
To show Thy power in Satan's hour
And break the might of sin.

3 Thy Word, a wondrous guiding star,
On pilgrim hearts doth rise,
Leads those to God who dwell afar,
And makes the simple wise.
Let not its light e'er sink in night;
In ev'ry spirit shine,
That none may miss heav'ns final bliss,
Led by Thy light divine.

Text Information

• First Line: Thy Word, O Lord, like gentle dews
• Title: Thy Word, O Lord, like Gentle Dews
• Translator: Miss C. Winkworth (1855)
• Author: C. B. Garve (1825)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1918
• Topic: The Church and Means of Grace: The Word; Missions
• Notes: Public Domain.

Tune Information

• Name: JEG SER DIG SÖDE LAM
• Key: E♭ Major
• Notes: Public Domain.