1 Let all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book:
Great God! if once compar'd with thine,
How mean their writings look!
2 Not the most perfect rules they gave
Could show one sin forgiv'n,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heav'n.
3 Lord, I have made thy word my choice,
My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest pow'rs rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.
4 I'll read the hist'ries of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight,
While through thy promises I rove
With ever fresh delight.
5 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown
And hidden glory lies.
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First Line: | Let all the heathen writers join |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | The Means of Grace: The Word of God; The Scriptures; The value and comprehensiveness of the Bible |