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81 FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word

What endless glory shines !
For ever be Thy name adored

For these celestial lines.

2 O may these heavenly pages be

My ever dear delight,
And still new beauties may I see,

And still increasing light!
3 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,

Be Thou for ever near ;
Teach me to love Thy sacred Word,

And view my Saviour there.

82 BEFORE Thy mercy-seat, O Lord,

Behold Thy servants stand,
To ask the knowledge of Thy Word,

The guidance of Thy hand !
2 Lord, from Thy Word remove the seal,

Unfold its hidden store;
And teach us, as we read, to feel

Its value more and more!
3 Help us to see a Saviour's love

Shining in every page,
And let the thought of joys above

Our in most soul engage !
4 Let Thy eternal truths, we pray,

Dwell richly in each heart,
That from the safe and narrow way

We never may depart !

83 JESUS, my Saviour and my Lord,

To Thee I lift mine eyes ;
Teach and instruct me by Thy Word,

And make me truly wise.
2 O may Thy Word my thoughts engage,

In each perplexing case ;
Help me to feed on ev'ry page,

And grow in ev'ry grace :
3 O let it purify my heart,

And guide me all my days :
Thy wonders, Lord, to me impart,

And Thou shalt have the praise.

84 GOD and his law are my delight,

My glory and my song;
My sure support by day and night,

The pleasure of my tongue.
2 When sore temptations vex my soul,

I think upon his Word ;
His promises my fears control
And lead me to my

3 Let Satan smile, let scoffers mock

To see me brought so low;
His Word directs me to the rock

Whence peace and pardon flow.
4 Had not his Word been my relief,

Had not his truth sustain'd,
I must have perish'd in my grief,

No other help remain'd.


85 O THAT the Lord would guide my ways

To keep his statutes still ;
O that my God would grant me grace

To know and do his will.
2 Send down Thy Spirit, Lord, to write

Thy law upon my heart :
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,

Nor act the liar's part.
3 From vanity turn off mine eyes ;

Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires arise

Within this soul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy Word,

And make my heart sincere :
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

But keep my conscience clear.
5 Make me to walk in Thy commands,

'Tis a delightful road :
Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands,

Offend against my God.


86 THE day of rest once more comes round,

A day to all believers dear :
The silver trumpets seem to sound,
That call the tribes of Israel near ;

Ye people, all Obey the call,
And in Jehovah's courts appear.

2 Obedient to Thy summons, Lord,

We to Thy sanctuary come ;
Thy gracious presence here afford,
And send Thy people joyful home.

Of Thee, our King, O may we sing,
And none with such a theme be dumb !

3 O hasten, Lord, the day when those

Who know Thee here shall see Thy face;
When suff'ring shall for ever close,
And they shall reach their destin'd place;

Then shall they rest, Supremely blest,
Eternal debtors to Thy grace.

87 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,

He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day He rose, and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell ;
To-day the saints his triumph spread,

And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to the anointed King,

To David's holy Son !
Help us, O Lord, descend, and bring

Salvation from Thy throne.
4 Hosanna in the highest strains

The Church on earth can raise !
The highest heavens in which He reigns

Shall give Him nobler praise.

88 LORD of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,

Thy earthly temples, are !
To thine abode iny heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God!

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O happy souls, that pray

Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men, that pay

Their constant service there !
They praise Thee still: and happy they
That love the way to Zion's hill !

3 They go from strength to strength,

Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears.
O glorious seat! Thou God, our King,
Shall thither bring our willing feet.

89 O LORD, within Thy sacred gates,

Where I so oft have sought for Thee,
Again my longing spirit waits
The fulness of delight to see !

2 More dear than life itself, Thy love

My heart and tongue shall still employ:
Thy love to sing, Thy grace to prove,
Be this my glory, peace, and joy.

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