1 Thy Mercies fill the Earth, O Lord;
How good thy Works appear!
Open mine Eyes to read thy Word,
And see thy Wonders there.
2 My Heart was fashion'd by thy Hand,
My Service is thy Due;
O make thy Servant understand
The Duties he must do.
3 Since I'm a Stranger here below,
Let not thy Path be hid;
But mark the Road my Feet should go,
And be my constant Guide
4 When I confess'd my wand'ring Ways,
Thou heard'st my Soul complain;
Grant me the teachings of thy Grace,
Or I shall stray again.
5 If God to me his Statutes shew,
And heav'nly Truths impart,
His Work for Ever I'll pursue,
His Law shall rule my Heart.
6 This was my Comfort when I bore
Variety of Grief;
It made me learn thy Word the more,
And fly to that relief.
[7 In vain the Proud deride me now;
I'll ne'er forget thy Law,
Nor let that blessed Gospel go,
Whence all my Hopes I draw.
8 When I have learn'd my Father's Will,
I'll teach the World his Ways;
My thankful Lips, inspir'd with Zeal,
Shall loud pronounce his Praise.]
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First Line: | Thy Mercies fill the Earth, O Lord |
Title: | Desire of Knowldge; or, The Teaching of the Spirit with the Word |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Blessedness of the Gospel |
Notes: | Public Domain. |