Words: , 1825; trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by , 1855, alt.

Music: Old 107th, com­pos­ed or adapt­ed by , 1543 (as in the Scot­tish Psalt­er, 1635). Al­ter­nate tunes:

  • Kingsfold, Eng­lish mel­o­dy; ar­ranged by , 1906
  • Vox De­lic­ti, , 1868

God’s Word is like a flaming sword,
A wedge that cleaves the stone;
Keen as a fire, so burns His Word,
And pierces flesh and bone.
Let it go forth o’er all the earth
To cleanse our hearts within,
To show God’s power in Satan’s hour
And break the might of sin.

God’s Word, a wondrous guiding star,
On pilgrim hearts does rise,
Leads those to God who dwell afar,
And makes the simple wise.
Let not its light e’er sink in night,
But in each spirit shine,
That none may miss Heaven’s final bliss,
Led by God’s light divine.