1 Let av'rice, borne from shore to shore,
Her fav'orite god pursue;
Thy word, O Lord, we value more
Than India or Peru.
2 Here mines of knowledge, love, and joy,
Are open'd to our sight:
The purest gold without alloy,
And gems divinely bright.
3 The counsels of redeeming grace
The sacred leaves unfold:
And here the Savior's lovely face
Our raptur'd eyes behold.
4 Here light, descending from above,
Directs our doubtful feet;
Here promises of heav'nly love
Our ardent wishes meet.
5 Our num'rous griefs are here redrest,
And all our wants supplied:
Naught we can ask to make us blest
Is in this book denied.
6 For these inestimable gains,
That so enrich the mind,
O may we search with eager pains,
Assur'd that we shall find!
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #209