503. The Word of the Lord Stands

And so continues the slow trickle into whatever cistern my fourth collection of hymns will become. As so often when I write a hymn text, I have no particular tune in mind. I'd welcome suggestions for one as well as a working title for the volume in which it will eventually figure. Something, ideally, that complements Useful, Edifying and Bountiful Hymns.

Lo, the dewy stem grows dry;
Clouds that cloak the sun rush by.
Turn as may the ages' worm,
Your word, Lord, stands ever firm.

Lands once known as just and free
Times of tyranny may see;
While the saints cry, "Lord, how long?"
Your word, Lord, stands ever strong.

Days of plenty, peace and health,
Fly away by force or stealth;
All the same, undimmed and pure,
Your word, Lord, stands ever sure.

Science, with her haughty claim
Plying faithful minds with shame,
Often finds her case disproved;
Your word, Lord, stands yet unmoved.

Lawlessness is spread abroad;
Sin, the present age's god.
Though men flee its healthful light,
Your word, Lord, stands ever right.

Withered though be all our joys,
This we have that naught destroys:
Jesus' blood on sin is spilled.
All Your Word, Lord, stands fulfilled.

By that word, Lord, You forgive.
By Christ's righteousness we live.
Let the heart that murmurs say:
Your strong word, Lord, stands for aye!