The Word of God
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Though heart grows faint and spirits sink,
By every wind of feeling blown;
Though faith itself may seem to fail,
I rest upon Thy word alone,
That word of power that framed the worlds,
Unfailing, changeless, strong, and sure.
Though heaven and earth should pass away,
What Thou has spoken must endure.
Is Thine arm shortened, Thine ear dulled?
What Thou hast sworn hast Thou forgot?
God of the everlasting years,
All else may fail; Thou failest not.
Against the foeman's fiery darts
I wield anew the Spirit's sword,
And answer every fresh assault
With ever-fresh "Thus saith the LORD."
And, when some promised blessing seems
Too great, too wonderful for me,
I dare by faith to call it mine,
With "It is written" all my plea
"Mid shifting sands of doubt and fear
This is the one foundation- stone;
My soul hath cast her anchor here;
I rest upon Thy word alone.
Annie Johnson Flint