It is not our Lord God
It is not our Lord God who makes hard of life,
But men, with withered hearts and bitter strife.
Eternity’s secret plays naked in the mountains,
Its voice flows with the rush of the fountains;
It says –
Salvation is a gift, not a prize.
It cannot be earned; now, all rise
In the presence of Heaven’s murdered lamb,
Son of the great I Am.