1 God’s truth is like a hammer,
That rocks asunder breaks,
Before it error’s mountains must crumble and must quake;
It marches on to vict’ry tho’ trampled in the dust,
Yet, truth shall win forevermore, it must, it must, it must!
God’s truth shall win at last, as bread on waters cast;
It will return it will return, it will return some day,
Then forward to the fight,
Dispelling error’s night,
O praise the Lord forevermore,
The Truth shall win at last.
2 They say there’s no Creator;
That earth sung into space,
And by its own attractions, it chanced to take its place;
But God is its creator, His word shall never rust,
And truth shall win forevermore, it must, it must, it must! [Refrain]
3 They say our Lord and Savior
Was human, not Divine,
His life but an example, a guiding star to shine;
But there is full atonement, when in His blood we trust,
The truth shall win forevermore, it must, it must, it must! [Refrain]
Born: November 19, 1885, Stord Island (near Bergen), Norway.
Died: August 18, 1959, Aspen, Colorado.
Buried: Floral Hills Cemetery, Kansas City, Missouri.
Virginia Rose Golden
Rev. H. N. Lines
Lillenas emigrated to America as a child; his family settled first in South Dakota, then moved to Oregon in 1889. He attended Deets Pacific Bible College in Los Angeles, California (later renamed to Pasadena College); studied music at the Siegel-Myers School of Music in Chicago, Illinois; and received an honorary Docto… Go to person page >