By:
Morshead
Narrator:
Luther Loucks et. al.
Thou sit'st on high, eternal Word,
As Son of Man, as sovereign Lord,
And now by faith on Thee we rest,
Till all Thy title have confessed.
Thou hast our souls from sins made clean,
Thy Spirit gives us strength within;
Whilst Thou for us in all our need,
At God's right hand dost ever plead.
Oh keep us in the narrow way,
That ne'er from Thee our footsteps stray;
Sustain our weakness, calm our fear,
And to Thy presence keep us near.
Oh be it thus till that blest day,
When God shall wipe all tears away;
Quickly, 'tis promised in the Word,
E'en so, Amen. Come quickly, Lord.