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 me my And meditate by night. Bible more, 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. |