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2 Thy threat'nings wake my slumbʼring eyes,
3 Who knows the errors of His thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain.
A sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to ev'ry age,
2 The hand that gave it still supplies
3 Let everlasting thanks be Thine,
4 My soul rejoices to pursue
And guard their lives from sin?
2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light
And through the dangers of the night
3 Thy precepts make me truly wise:
I hate mine own vain thoughts that rise,
4 Thy word is everlasting truth;
That holy book shall guide our youth,
OW precious is the Book divine,
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts
3 This lamp, through all the tedious night. Of life, shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
HEN Israel through the desert pass'd,
To guide them through the dreary waste,
2 Such is Thy glorious word, O God!
And points the path to bliss and heaven. 3 It fills the soul with sweet delight, And quickens its inactive powers; It sets our wand'ring footsteps right; Displays Thy love, and kindles ours. 4 Ye favor'd lands, that have this word, Ye saints, who feel its saving power, Unite your tongues to praise the Lord, And His distinguish'd grace adore.
THOU lovely Source of true delight,
Unvail Thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love Thee more.
2 Thy glory o'er creation shines;
I read in fairer, brighter lines,
3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope
4 Jesus! my Lord, my Life, my Light,
Break radiant through the shades of night,
5 Then shall my soul with rapture trace
But the full glories of Thy face
ET plenteous grace descend on those
This day have publicly declared
That Jesus is their Lord.
2 With cheerful feet may they go on,
3 And when the awful message comes
May they be found prepared to live
ARDON'D through redeeming grace,
Lord, to Thee ourselves we yield. 2 Thou the sacrifice receive,
Humbly offer'd through Thy Son;
3 By the hallow'd outward sign,
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AVIOUR, who Thy flock art feeding
While the lambs Thy bosom share;
2 Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in Thy gracious arm;
3 Never, from Thy pasture roving,
4 Then within Thy fold eternal
YOME, Holy Ghost! come from on high,
The sacramental seal apply,
And witness with the water now.