1 Father of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name ador'd
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 fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows,
Invite the longing taste.
4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heav'nly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light!
6 Divine instructor, gracious Lord!
Be thou for ever near.
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.
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First Line: | Father of mercies, in thy word |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Scriptures |