Wondrous Voice Which Cries With Power

Wond’rous Voice, which cries with Pow’r,
All Flesh as Grass is mean;
All its Good is as the flow’r
Which faces, and is not seen:
Surely all the People’s Grass;
Nor is their Goodliness esteem’d:
All their Work and righteousness
Are fading Flowers deem’d.

Blows the Spirit of our God,
All fleshly Good is lost;
Speaks with Pow’r the Saviour’s Blood;
Man’s Glory sinks to Dust:
Fails all Flesh before the Lord,
And, with’ring, dies at his Command;
Nought but God’s eternal Word
Shall in his Presence stand.

Jesus only shall endure,
And nothing stand beside;
He, that word of God most sure,
In whom exists his Bride:
Blest in him with perfect Peace,
We cease from all our fleshly Good;
He came witnessing this Grace,
By Water and by Blood.

Now is Jesus all in all,
My Soul is satisfy’d;
All my Guilt, by Adam’s Fall,
Ceas’d when the Saviour dy’d;
With him I arose to Light,
And glor’ous Immortality;
In him beauteous to the sight
Of sacred Deity.

O how wond’rous is the Grace!
The Lamb accepted stands!
In him shines the Father’s Face
On Souls from ev’ry Land:
He our Captain, Prince, and Head,
Foundation of this Truth divine;
All Jehovah’s fav’rite Seed
Collected in him shine.