Let all the list'ning earth be taught
The wonders by our Saviour wrought.

3 Unfailing Comfort, heavenly Guide,
Still o'er Thy holy Church preside;
Still let mankind Thy blessings prove;
Spirit of mercy, truth, and love.

4 O Holy Father, Holy Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One;
Thy grace devoutly we implore,
Thy name be praised for evermore.

248.

Lo

ORD God, the Holy Ghost!
In this accepted hour,
As on the day of Pentecost,
Descend in all Thy power.

2 We meet with one accord
In our appointed place,
And wait the promise of our Lord,
The Spirit of all grace.

3 Like mighty rushing wind

Upon the waves beneath,
Move with one impulse ev'ry mind;
One soul, one feeling breathe.

4 The young, the old inspire
With wisdom from above;

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And give us hearts and tongues of fire,
To pray, and praise, and love.

THE MEANS OF GRACE.

249 (3).

THE WORD.

MATHER of mercies, in Thy word
What endless glory shines!

FA

For ever be Thy name adored

For these celestial lines.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.

4 Oh, 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 there.

250.

C. M.

L. M. 6 1.

I LOVE the volume of Thy Word:
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distrest!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way;
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray;
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

2 Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 't is Thy blesséd gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free, but large reward.

3 Who knows the errors of His thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,

And from presumptuous sins restrain.
Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read Thy Book of grace
And book of nature not in vain.

251 (10).

A

GLORY gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;

It gives a light to ev'ry age,

It gives-but borrows none.

2 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat:
His 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.

My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

C. M

252 (9).

C. M.

OW shall the young secure their hearts,

H And guard their lives from sin?

Thy word the choicest rules imparts
To keep the conscience clean.

2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light
That guides us all the day;
And through the dangers of the night
A lamp to lead our way.

3 Thy precepts make me truly wise:
I hate the sinner's road;

I hate mine own vain thoughts that rise,
But love Thy law, my God.

4 Thy word is everlasting truth;
How pure is ev'ry page!

That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.

253.

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.

C. M.

3 This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way,

Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.

254 (8).

WHE

L.M

HEN Israel through the desert pass'd
A fiery pillar went before,

To guide them through the dreary waste,
And lessen the fatigues they bore.

2 Such is Thy glorious word, O God!
'Tis for our light and guidance given;
It sheds a lustre all abroad,

And points the path to bliss and heaven 3 It fills the soul with sweet delight, And quickens its inactive powers; It sets our wand'ring footsteps right; Displays Thy love, and kindles ours. 4 Ye favor'd lands, that have this word, Ye saints, who feel its saving power, Unite your tongues to praise the Lord, And His distinguish'd grace adore.

255.

C. M

HOU lovely Source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore!

TH

Unvail Thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love Thee more.

2 Thy glory o'er creation shines;
But in Thy sacred word,
I read in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.

3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sins and sorrows rise,

Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope
My fainting heart supplies.