Hymn 47

1'TWAS by an order from the Lord
The ancient prophets spoke his word ;
His Spirit did their tongues inspire,
And warmed their hearts with holy fire.

2Great God ! mine eyes with pleasure look
On the dear volume of thy book ;
There my Redeemer's face I see,
And read his name who died for me.

3Let the false raptures of the mind
Be lost, and vanish in the wind ;
Here I can fix my hope secure ;
This is thy word, and must endure.