1. A voice hath spoken from the dust, Its message pure without alloy Of treasured hope, and sacred trust. O “Men are that they might have joy.”
2. Should sorrow come, we’ll not despair, For he would not that men should pine; The grief that comes we’ll learn to bear Until again the sun doth shine.
3. Before the Lord then humbly go; His message will our spirits buoy; On us his blessings he’ll bestow, For “Men are that they might have joy.”