HYMN

“Wyclyf” by Mark E. Ryman

(May be sung to the tune: “Wycliff,” John Stainer - 1887)

Yorkshire raised a godly servant Of the risen Savior King. In his world of priestly favors Words of truth would once more spring.

Corrupt churchmen had no haven; Sanctuary comes by grace. Neither did the unrepentant Find in John a soft embrace.

For the word was his one compass And he would have all to read Those same words of revelation Unveiling thus their lives’ creed.

That Poor Preacher took the goose quill, Translating the ancient Greek Into common, vulgar English So God’s Word we all could speak.

Without Wyclyf you would not have Read the Book in your own tongue. So give thanks to God for Wyclyf; Let his praise be ever sung.