The Word of God (Brooks)

By the Word of God the worlds were made

And are held in place by His com­mands;

All the grass­es wi­ther and the flow­ers fade

But His truth for­ev­er stands.

Oh

the pre­cious Bi­ble

coun­sel for the soul

Path the faith­ful saints and mar­tyrs trod;

Settled in the heav­ens

true while ag­es roll

Changeless as the throne of God.

More to be de­sired than ho­ney sweet

Richer are its trea­sures far

than gold;

Like a brill­iant light

it shines to guide my feet

Never grows its sto­ry old.

Thy eter­nal law is my de­light

Strength and dai­ly man­na to my soul;

’Tis my me­di­ta­tion all the day and night

Balm to make the wound­ed whole.

Stream of life from Heav­en

crys­tal pure

Shed thy cool­ing fresh­ness over me;

Let my thirst­ing spir­it

till I thirst no more

Drink thy spark­ling wa­ters free.