2 Let not the foe of Christ or man
This holy seed remove,
But give it root in every heart
To bring forth fruits of love.
3 Let not the world's deceitful cares
The rising plant destroy,`
But let it yield, a hundred-fold,
The fruits of peace and joy.
4 Nor let thy word, so kindly sent
To raise us to thy throne,
Return to thee, and sadly tell
That we reject thy Son.
5 Oft as thy precious seed is sown,
Thy quickening grace bestow,
That all whose souls the truth receive,
Its saving power may know.
1 HEAVENLY Father, grant thy blessing
On the teaching of this day;
That our hearts, thy fear possessing,
May from sin be turned away.
2 Have we wandered? oh, forgive us;
Have we wished from truth to rove?
Turn, oh, turn us, and receive us,
And incline us thee to love.
1 O GOD! by whom the seed is given,
By whom the harvest blessed,
Whose word, like manna showered from heaven,
Is planted in our breast,—
2 Preserve it from the passing feet,
And plunderers of the air,
The sultry sun's intenser heat,
And thorns of worldly care.
3 Though buried deep, or thinly strown,
Do thou thy grace supply;
That truth, in earthly furrows sown,
May ripen in the sky.
1 O GOD, the Light of all that live,
Unmoved, who dost all motion sway,
The times and seasons who dost give,
And thro' its changes guide the day;-
2 At eventide let there be light!
So may our souls no sunset see,
And death to us the portal bright
To an eternal morning be.
3 This grace on thy redeemed confer,
O Father blessed, who, with the Son,
And Holy Ghost, the Comforter,
Forever reignest, Three in One!
1 WHILE We lowly bow before thee,
Wilt thou, gracious Saviour, hear?
We are poor and needy sinners,
Full of doubt and full of fear;
Gracious Saviour,
Make us humble and sincere.
2 Fill us with thy Holy Spirit ;
Sanctify us by thy grace;
Oh, incline us more to love thee,
And in dust our souls abase.
Hear us, Saviour,
And unvail thy glorious face.
3 None in vain did ever ask thee
For the Spirit of thy love;
Hear us, then, dear Saviour, hear us;
Grant an answer from above;
Blessed Saviour,
Hear and answer from above.
1 Blest are the souls that hear and know
The gospel's joyful sound;
Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround.
2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up
Through their Redeemer's name;
His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.
3 The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives;
Israel, thy King forever reigns,
Thy God forever lives.
1 I LOVE the volume of thy word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distressed!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.
2 From the discoveries of thy law,
The perfect rules of life I draw:
These are my study and delight;
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold, that has the furnace passed,
Appears so pleasing to the sight.
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.
1 MARK the soft-falling snow,
To heaven, from whence it fell,
It turns not back again;
But waters earth through every pore,
And calls forth all her secret store.
2 Arrayed in beauteous green
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine:
The harvest bows its golden ears,
The copious seed of future years.
3 "So," saith the God of grace,
"My Gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect
The purpose I intend;
Millions of souls shall feel its power,
And bear it down to millions more.'
1 LADEN with guilt, and full of fears,
I fly to thee, my Lord,
And not a glimpse of hope appears,
But in thy written word.
2 This volume of my Father's grace
Does all my grief assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face
Almost in every page.
3 This is the field where hidden lies,
The pearl of price unknown;
That merchant is divinely wise,
Who makes the pearl his own.
4 This is the judge that ends the strife,
Where wit and reason fail;
My guide to everlasting life,
Through all this gloomy vale.
5 Oh, may thy counsels, mighty God!
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road,
That leads to thy right hand.
1 HOLY Bible! book divine!
Precious treasure! thou art mine:
Mine to tell me whence I came;
Mine to tell me what I am ;—
2 Mine to chide me when I rove;
Mine to show a Saviour's love;
Mine thou art to guide and guard ;
Mine to punish or reward ;-
3 Mine to comfort in distress,
If the Holy Spirit bless;
Mine to show, by living faith,
Man can triumph over death ;-
4 Mine to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel sinner's doom;
Oh, thou holy book divine!
Precious treasure, thou art mine!
1 'Twas 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.
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