Thy Word, O Lord, like gentle dews

Verse 1

Your Word, O Lord, is gentle dew To suff'ring hearts that want it; Oh, shed your heav'nly balm anew, To all your garden grant it; Refreshed by you, may every tree Bud forth and blossom gaily And fruit and seed bring daily.

Verse 2

Your Word is like a flaming sword, A sharp and mighty arrow, A wedge that cleaves the rock; that Word Can pierce through heart and marrow. Oh, send it forth o'er all the earth, To purge unrighteous leaven And cleanse all hearts for heaven.

Verse 3

Your Word, a wondrous star, supplies True guidance when we need it; It points to Christ and so makes wise All simple hearts that heed it; Let not its light e'er sink in night, But keep it brightly burning, And fill our deepest yearning.