1 And is Thy Word, oh God, a fire?
Let light and heat from thence proceed;
The holy flame by it produced
Do Thou with constant fuel feed.

2 Is it a hammer? let it break
This hard unfeeling heart of mine,
And by its oft repeated strokes,
Prepare the way for joys divine.

3 Let not Thy faithful servants, Lord,
Of fruitless labors e’er complain;
Oh may this fire be never quenched,
This hammer never strike in vain.

4 Lord, send Thy truth to every land,
Let pagans feel its mighty power;
And let its wide dominion spread,
Till sin and death are known no more.