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2 The stars that in their courses roll
Have much instruction gir'n; But thy good word infotins my soul
How I may climb to heav'n. 3 The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord; But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word. 4 Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies; Here my desires are satisfy'd,
And hence my hopes arise. 5 Lord, make me understand thy law,
Show what my faults have been; And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin. 6 Here would I learn how Christ has dy'd,
To save my soul from hell;
Such heav'nly wonders tell. 7 Then let
And meditate by night.
1 The praises of my tongue
I offer to the Lord, That I was taught and learnt so young,
To read his holy word:
The danger I was in;
A wretched slave to sin: 3 That I am led to see
I can do nothing well;
To save himself from hell?
Informs me where to go,
And make me holy too.
How Christ the Son of God
Has undertook our great concern;
Our ransom cost his blood. 6 And now he reigns above,
He sends his Spirit down,
And make his gospel known. 7 0, may that Spirit teach,
And make my heart receive Those truths which all thy servants preach,
And all thy saints believe.
In a more cheerful strain,
And have not learnt in vain.
i ALMIGHTY God, thy piercing eye
Strikes thro' the shades of night;
And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.
Nor wicked word we say,
Against the judgment day. 3 And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there;
While men and angels hear? 4 Lord, at thy feet asham'd I lie;
Upward I dare not look:
And blot them from thy book. 5 Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt;
And answer for my guilt. 6 Oh, may I now for ever fear
T' indulge a sinful thought,
And writes down every fault!
1 THERE is a God that reigns above,
Lord of the heav'ns, and earth, and seas; I fear his wrath, I ask his love,
And with my lips I sing his praise. 2 There is a law which he has writ,
To teach us all what we must do: My soul, to his commands submit,
For they are holy, just, and true. 3 There is a gospel of rich grace,
Whence sinners all their comforts draw: Lord, I repent, and seek thy face,
For I have often broke thy law. 4 There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon 'twill come; A thousand children, young as I,
Are call'd by death to meet their doom.