O God of Truth

O God of truth

whose liv­ing Word

Upholds what­e’er hath breath

Look down on Thy cre­ation

Lord

Enslaved by sin and death.

Set up Thy stan­dard

Lord

that we

Who claim a heav­en­ly birth

May march with Thee to smite the lies

That vex Thy groan­ing earth.

Ah! would we join that blest ar­ray

And fol­low in the might

Of Him

the Faith­ful and the True

In rai­ment clean and white!

We fight for truth

we fight for God

Poor slaves of lies and sin!

He who would fight for Thee on earth

Must first be true with­in.

Then

God of truth

for whom we long

Thou who wilt hear our pray­er

Do Thine own bat­tle in our hearts

And slay the false­hood there.

Still smite; still burn; till naught is left

But God’s own truth and love;

Then

Lord

as morn­ing dew come down

Rest on us from ab­ove.

Yes

come: then

tried as in the fire

From ev­ery lie set free

Thy per­fect truth shall dwell in us

And we shall live in Thee.