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1 Thy mercies fill the earth, O LORD,
How good thy works appear!
Open my eyes to read thy word,
And see thy wonders there.
2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand;
My service is thy due;
O make thy servant understand
The duties he must do.
3 Since I'm a stranger here below,
Let not thy path be hid;
But mark the road my feet should go,
And be my constant guide
4 When I confess'd my wand'ring ways,
Thou heard'st my soul complain;
Grant me the teachings of thy grace,
Or I shall stray again.
5 If GOD to me his statutes shew,
And heav'nly truth impart,
His work for ever I'll pursue,
His law shall rule my heart.
6 This was my comfort when I bore
Variety of grief;
It made me learn thy word the more,
And fly to that relief.
7 [In vain the proud deride me now;
I'll ne'er forget thy law,
Nor let that blessed gospel go,
Whence all my hopes I draw.
8 When I have learned my Father's will,
I'll teach the world his ways;
My thankful lips, inspir'd with zeal,
Shall loud pronounce his praise.]
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First Line: | Thy mercies fill the earth, O LORD |
Title: | Desire of knowledge; or, The teachings of the Spirit with the word |
Meter: | Com. Met. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; |