1 WHAT glory gilds the sacred page! Majestic, like the sun,
It gives a light to every age;
It gives- but borrows none.
2 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise; They rise but never set.
3 Let everlasting thanks be thine For such a bright display
As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Excellence of the Scriptures.—Watts.
1 LET everlasting glories crown
Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord; For thou hast brought salvation down, And stored its blessings in thy word.
2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon; With deep despair the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone.
3 How well thy blessed truths agree! How wise and holy thy commands! Thy promises, how large and free! Firm on this ground our comfort stands.
4 Should all the schemes that men devise Assault my faith with treacherous art; I'd count them vanity and lies, And bind the gospel to my heart.
The Word of God. —STEELE.
1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines! Forever be thy name adored For these celestial lines.
2 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast: Sublimer sweets than nature knows Invite the longing taste.
3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.
4 O, may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light.
The Holy Scriptures. - WATTS.
1 LADEN with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord;
And not a gleam of hope appears, But in thy written word.
2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face In every sacred page.
3 Here is the Judge that ends the strife When human reasonings fail; Here is the guide to endless life Through all this gloomy vale.
4 O may thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command,
And keep me in the narrow road That leads to thy right hand.
Delight in the Scriptures.- MAXWELL'S COLL.
1 I LOVE the sacred book of God; No other can its place supply: It points me to the saints' abode, And lifts my joyful thoughts on high.
2 Blest book! in thee my eyes discern The image of my absent Lord: From thine instructive page I learn The joys his presence will afford.
3 But while I'm here, thou shalt supply His place, and tell me of his love: I'll read with faith's discerning eye, And thus partake of joys above.
Truth spreading. — KELLY.
1 Look, ye saints! the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand; God, the mighty God, is speaking By his word in every land: Day advances -
Darkness flies at his command.
2 God of Jacob, high and glorious! Let thy people see thy power; Let the gospel be victorious Through the world forevermore : Then shall idols
Perish, while thy saints adore.
Prayer for Divine Aid.-SLINN.
1 ARISE, in all thy splendor, Lord; Let power attend thy gracious word; Unveil the beauties of thy face, And show the glories of thy grace.
2 Send forth thy messengers of peace; Make Satan's reign and empire cease; Let thy salvation, Lord, be known, That all the world thy power may own.
Arm of the Lord, awake. -BURDER'S COLL. 1 ARM of the Lord, awake! awake! Put on thy strength, the nation shake! And let the world adoring see Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
2 Let Zion's time of favor come; O! bring the tribes of Israel home; And let our wondering eyes behold Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold.
3 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim, In every clime of every name; Let adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
Missionary Field. - HEBER.
1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand: From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile: In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone,
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