'Twas by an order from the Lord

The ancient prophets spoke his word;

His Spirit did their tongues inspire,

And warmed their hearts with heav'nly fire.

The works and wonders which they wrought

Confirmed the messages they brought;

The prophet's pen succeeds his breath,

To save the holy words from death.

Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look

On the dear volume of thy book;

There my Redeemer's face I see,

And read his name who died for me.

Let the false raptures of the mind

Be lost, and vanish in the wind;

Here I can fix my hope secure;

This is thy word, and must endure.