We have a sure prophetic Word,
By inspiration of the Lord;
And though assailed on every hand,
Jehovah’s Word shall ever stand.
By powers of empire banned and
burned,
By pagan pride rejected, spurned,
The Word still stands, the Christian’s trust,
While haughty empires lie in in dust.
Lo, what the Word in times of old
Of future days and deeds foretold
Is all fulfilled while ages roll,
As traced on the prophetic scroll.
Abiding, steadfast, firm, and sure
The teachings of the Word endure.
Blest he who trusts this steadfast Word;
His anchor holds in Christ, the Lord.
