by John Tow
We come to faith
Not by our might,
We see the light
Yet not by sight.
For deep in sin
We have no way
To know what is
The Truth, I say,
'Tis only when
His word so dear
Is spread abroad
Its message clear
That only those
Above the noise
Will rise to hear
His loving voice
Revived at last,
At His behest,
We live again
In Him to rest.
How blessed are we
Saved by His grace
Raised evermore
To seek His face.
Chosen of God.
We will anew
Our lives for Him,
Faithful and true.
Children of His
Praise we the Lord
Who gave to us
His precious Word.
Lamp to our feet
Food for the soul
Help for the work
Joy for the whole.
Our Bread of Life
And nourishment,
How sweet and pure,
God's Testament
