'Tis not the hearer of the Word,
But he that doeth, who is blest,
Not he that knoweth all the law,
But he that heeds the law's behest.
Dear Lord, then help us do Thy will,
That we may be forever blest;
And when we reach our journey's end,
May enter into heav'nly rest.
For he that hears and doeth not,
Is like a man who builds on sand,
When storms and tempest fierce arise,
The house, thus built, will never stand.
Dear Lord, then help us do Thy will,
That we may be forever blest;
And when we reach our journey's end,
May enter into heav'nly rest.
Lord we would build with patient zeal
A house of faith upon the rock,
So safe, so strong, it shall withstand
The strain of storm and tempest shock.
Dear Lord, then help us do Thy will,
That we may be forever blest;
And when we reach our journey's end,
May enter into heav'nly rest.
Gertrude Antonette Woodcock Seibert (1864-1928) was a prolific writer and poet for the Watch Tower. A biography of her can be found here.
This song is Copyright © 2025 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Gertrude W. Seibert and are in the Pubic Domain. The A.I. Samplings are Copyright by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis.
