FOR ever, Lord, Thy Word shall stand,

Had not Thy Word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul, oppressed with sorrow’s weight, Had sunk amongst the dead.

Thus I shall love Thy Gospel more, And not forget Thy Word, For I have felt its quickening power To draw me near the Lord.

Now I am Thine, for ever Thine, O keep Thy servant, Lord: Thou art my shield, my hiding-place, My hope is in Thy Word.