Lord, Thy Word abideth everAuthor: John H. Anketell
Tune: CORONAE (Monk)
Published in 1 hymnal
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1 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!
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
5 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!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11150
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11150||Lord, Thy Word Abideth Ever||Lord, Thy Word abideth ever||CORONAE||John H. Anketell||87.87.47||<cite>Gospel and Epistle Hymns for the Christian Year</cite> (New York: The Church Record Company, 1889)|