The Sacred Lyre

2 'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows, 1 What glory gilds the sacred page! And yields a free repast;

Here purer sweets than nature knows

Invite the longing taste.

Majestic, like the sun,

It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none.

3 'Tis here the Saviour's welcome voice 2 The power that gave it still supplies

Spreads heavenly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys, Attend the blissful sound.

4 O, may these heavenly pages be
My ever-dear delight;

And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
Be thou forever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour here.

STEELE.

The gracious light and heat: Its truths upon the nations rise; They rise, but never set.

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine For such a bright display

As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 4 My soul rejoices to pursue

The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

COWPER

let me, with patience, receive his correction, And think of the Bible that lay on the stand. Chorus. 7900

Бря

WORCESTER. C. P. M.

Arranged for this work.

1. What is the world? a wildering maze, Where sin hath tracked ten

thousand ways,

Her victims to en snare;

All broad, and wind -ing,

HUMILITY. C. M.

1. O Lord,thy tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh; Thy hand,indulgent

wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye. See! low before thy throne of grace, A sinful wanderer

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