Hymn Jeremiah 16:19-21

O Lord my strength, my hiding place,
My refuge in distress,
To you the nations all will trace,
Each people tribe and tongue.

Our fathers' gods were false they say
By idols led astray
And we too make our gods of clay
Mere idols still, not gods.

For God on high shines forth to teach
His pow'r and might will reach
To every place his heralds preach
To show his name - the LORD.