The ancient hills have known his word, the judgments and the grace of God; the very ears of corn have heard where once the Saviour's feet have trod. If those ears flourish as God planned, shall ours be dull in these last days? And if his glory fills the land, shall we be slow to sing his praise? From prison cell to open deck, from tent or temple, boat or home, through fire and flood, through war and wreck the Spirit moves, the Scriptures come. By prayers and poems, dates and dreams, in journal, parable and song, surprises, stories, signs, and names, God speaks, and saves, and makes us strong. So let our ears be keen to hear, our lips to speak, our feet to run with news of Jesus, far and near, from Cornhill, till our work is done.