William Preston Johnston - A Voice Crying in the Wilderness lyrics

A VOICE! A Voice--and is it but a voice That from the wilderness sends up a cry? "God's Kingdom is at hand; your only choice, O wretched! is to turn from sin or die. Bring forth good fruits; the poor man's needs supply; Be just, be merciful. Behold the Lord, Whose rule shall spread unto eternity! A prophet I? Nay, but a Voice! The Word That Was and Is comes like a seraph's sword To bend brute force to the free spirit's sway, Where'er His tidings glad by men are heard; But John's faint echoes shall soon die away." Not so, O greater than a prophet, thou From Herod's dungeon rose and livest now!