Scripture Verse

Thy Word is truth. John 17:17


H. A. César Malan (1787–1864)

Words: H. A. Cé­sar Ma­lan, Chants de Si­on 1832, num­ber 78 (Le Monde Peut Van­ter Sa Fu­tile Sci­ence). Trans­lat­ed from French to Eng­lish by Jane E. Ar­nold, Ly­ra Ev­an­ge­li­ca (Lon­don: John F. Shaw, 1866), pag­es 161–62.

Music: Ari­zo­na Ro­bert H. Earn­shaw, in The Book of Praise (To­ron­to, On­tar­io: Ox­ford Uni­ver­si­ty Press, 1918) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Ar­nold or Earn­shaw (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


The world may boast the brilliant light
Of science, which oft deceives;
But oft, in clouds of error’s night
Her dazzled votaries she leaves.

What shall man’s intellect avail,
When God His judgments shall display?
How soon its boasted power shall fail
Before the terrors of that day.

Jesus! Thy words alone impart
Eternal truth and sure repose;
No doubts shall overwhelm the heart,
Which Thee and Thy sal­va­tion knows.

How precious to my thirsting soul
The truths Thy sacred words convey;
Mighty to strengthen and console,
And which shall ne­ver pass away.

Here will I rest, beneath Thy cross,
Where faith the way of life discerns,
And counting all things else but loss,
My soul eter­nal wisdom learns.