102 (Index of Tunes, CIX.)
102.
Tune.--"Whate'er my God ordains is right."
Dein Wort, O Herr, ist milder Tau
Anon.
Thy Word, O Lord, is gentle dew To suff'ring hearts that want it; O shed that heav'nly balm anew, To all Thy garden grant it. Refreshed by Thee, May ev'ry tree Bud forth and blossom to Thy praise, And bear much fruit in after days. | Thy Word is like a flaming sword, A sharp and mighty arrow, A wedge that cleaves the rock, that Word Can pierce through heart and marrow; O send it forth O'er all the earth, The darken'd heart to cleanse and win, And shatter all the might of sin. | Thy Word, a wondrous Star, supplies True guidance when we need it, It points to Christ, it maketh wise All simple hearts that heed it; Let not its light E'er sink in night, But still in every spirit shine, That none may miss that light divine. | |