|Location in The Sacred Harp|
EARTH, and Sun, and Stars decay,
Mouldring Worlds must pass away;
Yet the Gospel ne'er shall fail,
Truth is great, and must prevail.
Not a Tittle of thy Word,
Jesu, our incarnate Lord,
Not a Tittle but will rise
For Fulfilment in the Skies.
Glad we hail the stable Reign,
Thy own Pow'r will still maintain;
To thy perfect Throne we bow,
Alpha, and Omega, Thou.