From the lips of our dear Saviour,
As he walked upon this earth,
Only gracious words were uttered,
Oh, how sweet their worth!

Kindly words of cheer and comfort,
Words the troubled soul to calm,
Full of entreaty and of pardon,
Oh, how sweet their balm!

As He speaks to little children,
When to Him they gather round,
Tender words of love and blessing,
Oh, how sweet their sound!

Do we take Him as our Pattern,
As we walk upon this earth,
Are the words from our lips gracious?
Oh, what is their worth?

Do we speak as in His Presence?
Are our thoughts to His thoughts tuned?
Or do we, instead of healing,
Open up a wound?

Gracious Saviour, deeply search us,
By the truth Thy Word affords,
For Thine honor ever using,
Only gracious words!