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With humble heart and tongue
With tears of anguish Ilament
Would you win a soul to God
Ye angels who stand round the throne
Ye dying sons of men • -
Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm
Ye humble souls, approach your God
Ye messengers of Christ . e
Ye nations round the earth rejoice
Ye servants of God . o
Ye servants of the Lord
Yes, I will be for ever thine .
Yes, my native land, I love thee .
Ye sons of Adam, vain and young
Ye sons of men, with joy record .
Yes, the Redeemer rose -
Yes, we trust the day is breakin
Ye that pass by, behold the man
Ye visions bright of heavenly birth
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
1. Excellency of the Bible. C. M.
| Father of mercies in th r. endless glory o #. be thy name ador'd • or these celestial lines. 2
2 Here may the wretch ed son o riches find: s of want 10. o *: what earth can grant asting as the mind. 5 * *****
3 Here the fair tre e of knowledg - - e so yields a free repast; ge grows, I lmer sweets than nature know nvite the longing taste S;
5 O may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.
6 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there. Steele.
2. Value of the Bible. 7's.
1 Holy Bible, Book divine;
Precious treasure thou art mine:
Mine to tell me whence I came;
Mine to teach me what I am :
2 Mine to chide me when I rove;
Mine to show a Saviour's love:
Mine art thou, to guide my feet;
Mine to judge, condemn, acquit:
3 Mine to comfort in distress,
If the Holy Spirit bless:
Mine to show, by living faith,
Man can triumph over death !
4 Mine to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel-sinner's doom:—
O thou precious Book divine!
Precious treasure thou art mine.
3. The Bible precious. 8, 7.
1 Precious Bible! what a treasure
Does the Word of God afford '
All I want for life or pleasure,
Food and med'cine, shield and sword:
Let the world account me poor;
Having this I need no more.
2 Food, to which the world's a stranger,
Here my hungry soul enjoys;
Of excess there is no danger,
Though it fills, it never cloys:
On a dying Christ I feed,
He is meat and drink indeed! Newton.
4. The Bible precious. C. M.
1 How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.
3 This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day. Rippon's Col.