The words we heard were not of mortal make,
But borne from heav’n, a gift to souls below,
Received in faith, they bid our hearts awake,
And in their truth, a living power grow.
No frail discourse of man could so inspire,
Nor stir the spirit with such holy flame,
For through these lines, God’s voice lifts ever higher,
A sacred call to bear His mighty name.
Within the breast of those who humbly hear,
This word takes root, a seed of endless grace,
It stands unmoved through time and shifting year,
To shape a life that seeks the Savior’s face.
So let us thank the Lord with ceaseless praise,
For truth divine that works through all our days.