5 The truth thou shalt impart, May we with firmness own; Abhorring each evasive art, And fearing thee alone.
Light and Glory of the Word.
1 THE Spirit breathes upon the word, And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light.
2 A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun!
It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none.
3 The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.
4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
5 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love;
Till glory break upon my view In brighter worlds above.
1 'T WAS by an order from the Lord, The ancient prophets spoke his word; His Spirit did their tongues inspire, And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire. 2 The works and wonders which they wrought, Confirmed the messages they brought; The prophet's pen succeeds his breath, To save the holy words from death.
3 Great God! mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book; There my Redeemer's face I see, And read his name who died for me.
4 Let the false raptures of the mind Be lost, and vanished in the wind; Here I can fix my hope secure; This is thy word, and must endure.
The Scriptures our Light and Guide.
1 WHEN Israel through the desert passed, 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; "T is 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 wandering footsteps right, Displays thy love, and kindles ours. 4 Its promises rejoice our hearts; Its doctrines are divinely true; Knowledge and pleasure it imparts; It comforts and instructs us too.
5 Ye favoured lands, who have this word! Ye saints, who feel its saving power! Unite your tongues to praise the Lord And his distinguished grace adore
1 WHAT is the chaff, the word of man,
When set against the wheat?
Can it a dying soul sustain,
Like that immortal meat?
2 Thy word, O God, with heavenly bread The children doth supply;
And those who by thy word are fed, Their souls shall never die.
Divine Teachings and their happy Consequences.
1 BRIGHT Source of intellectual rays, Father of spirits and of grace, O dart, with energy unknown, Celestial beamings from thy throne.
2 Thy sacred book we would survey, Enlightened with that heavenly day; And ask thy Spirit with the word, To teach our souls to know the Lord. 3 So shall our children learn the road That leads them to their fathers' God; And, formed by lessons so divine, Shall infant minds with knowledge shine 4 So shall the haughtiest soul submit, With children placed at Jesus' feet; The rising swell of pride shall cease, And thy sweet voice be heard in
1 COME, blessed Spirit, source of light, Whose power and grace are unconfined, Dispel the gloomy shades of night, The thicker darkness of the mind. 2 To mine illumined eyes display The glorious truth thy word reveals; Cause me to run the heavenly way; The book unfold, unloose the seals. 3 Thine inward teachings make me know, The mysteries of redeeming love, The emptiness of things below, The excellence of things above.
4 While through this dubious maze I stray, Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad, To show the dangers of the way, And guide my feeble steps to God.
The Seed of the Word.
1 LORD of the harvest, God of grace, Send down thy heavenly rain:
In vain we plant without thine aid, And water too in vain.
2 May no vain thoughts, those birds of prey, Defraud us of our gain;
Nor anxious cares, those baleful thorns, Choke up the precious grain.
3 Ne'er may our hearts be like the rock, Where but the blade can spring,
Which, scorched with heat, becomes by noon A dead, a useless thing.
4 Let not the joys thy gospel gives
A transient rapture prove;
Nor may the world by smiles and frowns Our faith and hope remove.
5 But may our hearts, like fertile soil, Receive the heavenly word;
So shall our fair and ripened fruits Their hundred fold afford.
The Seed of the Word.
1 O God, by whom the seed is given,
By whom the harvest blest;
Whose word, like manna showered from heaven, Is planted in our breast;
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