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Hymn 151

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

The works and wonders which they wrought Confirmed the messages they brought; The prophet's pen succeeds his breath, To save the holy words from death.

Great 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.

Let 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.