Church of the living God,
Pillar and ground of truth,
Keep the old paths the fathers trod
In thy illumined youth. Lo, in thy bosom lies
The touchstone for the age;
Seducing error shrinks and dies
At light from yonder page. Woe to the hands that dare,
By lust of power enticed
To mingle with the doctrine there
The frauds of Antichrist. Once to the saints was giv’n
All blessèd Gospel lore;
There, written down in words from Heav’n,
Thou hast it evermore. Fear not, though doubts abound,
And scoffing tongues deride;
Love of God’s Word finds surer ground
When to the utmost tried. Toil at thy sacred text;
More fruitful grows the field;
Each generation to the next
Prepares a richer yield. God’s Spirit in the Church,
Still lives unspent, untired,
Inspiring hearts that fain would search
The truths Himself inspired. Move, Holy Ghost, with might
Amongst us as of old;
Dispel the falsehood, and unite
In true faith and true fold. |
