1 I love the volume of Thy Word:
What light and joy these leaves afford
To souls benighted and distrest!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way;
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray;
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.
2 Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis Thy blesséd gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free, but large reward.
3 Who knows the errors of his thoughts?
My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous ins restrain.
Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read Thy Book of grace
And book of nature not in vain.
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First Line: | I love the volume of Thy Word |
Meter: | L. M. 6l. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Bible; Means of Grace; Scriptures |
Notes: | Author from index: Watts |