The Cyber Hymnal ‎#11150

11150. Lord, Thy Word Abideth Ever

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!

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, Thy Word abideth ever
• Title: Lord, Thy Word Abideth Ever
• Author: John H. Anketell
• Meter: 87.87.47
• Language: English
• Source: Gospel and Epistle Hymns for the Christian Year (New York: The Church Record Company, 1889)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: CORONAE
• Arranger: William Henry Monk (1871)
• Meter: 87.87.47
• Key: F Major
• Copyright: Public Domain