Reclaims from false desires;

The ignorant inspires.

And bring sincere delight;

Assist the feeblest sight.

On sure foundations laid;

Of truth and justice weighed.

Or gold refined with skill;

That from the comb distil.

And friendly warnings give;

Who by thy precepts live.

In every star thy wisdom shines;

We read thy name in fairer lines.

And nights, and days, thy power confess;

Reveals thy justice and thy grace.

Round the whole earth, and never stand;

It touched and glanced on every land.

Till through the world thy truth has run;

That see the light, or feel the sun.

Majestic like the sun:

It gives, but borrows none.

The gracious light and heat:

They rise, but never set.

For such a bright display,

With beams of heavenly day.

The steps of Him I love,

In brighter worlds above.

1Behold! the lofty sky

Declares its Maker, God:

Proclaim his power abroad.

2Ye Christian lands, rejoice!

Here he reveals his word;

To bid us know the Lord.

3His statutes and commands

Are set before our eyes;

Where our salvation lies.

4While of thy works I sing,

Thy glory to proclaim,

In my Redeemer's name.

By inspiration given!

To lead our souls to heaven.

Its radiant beams are cast;

Grows brightest at the last.

In this dark vale of tears;

And calms our anxious fears.

Of life shall guide our way,

Of never-ending day.

On all thy works I look;

Shine brightest in thy book.

Here my best comfort lies;

And here my hopes arise.

Show what my faults have been;

The pardon of my sin.

1O Lord, thy perfect word

Directs our steps aright;

Such profit or delight.

2Celestial light it sheds,

To cheer this vail below;

And streams of mercy flow.

3True wisdom it imparts;

Commands our hope and fear;

And feel its influence there.

To form one perfect book,

How mean their writings look!

Could show one sin forgiven,

But thine conduct to heaven.

Perfection here below;

And can no farther go!

Fall far below thy word;

Dwell only with the Lord.

Deep in our hearts its dwelling hath,

Thou sheddest o'er our lowly path!

In mercy o'er our pilgrim road,

The star that guides us to our God.

Thy blessed words our lips engage,

Our children spell the holy page;

To guide their wandering footsteps on,

Inscribed upon the churchyard stone.

Are passing to the quiet tomb,

Our last low dwelling hath no gloom.

To whom thy blessed hope is given

By the unfolding gates of heaven!

My lasting heritage;

My warmest thoughts engage.

And keep thy laws in sight,

With ever-fresh delight.

Where springs of life arise,

And hidden glory lies.

It makes our sorrows blest;

And our eternal rest.

The mysteries of my Maker's will;

The deepest, loftiest mind to fill.

I'll seek in thee: thou art a rock,

From thee doth flow for Christ's own flock.

To lead my feet through life's dark way;

Nor let me from thy guidance stray.

The balm of souls diseased; to save

Of death, with victory o'er the grave!

1It is the one true light,

When other lamps grow dim,

Nor lead astray from Him.

It is Love's blessed band,

That reaches from the throne

Will seize it for his own!

2It is the golden key

Unto celestial wealth,

And to the sick man, health!

The gently proffer'd aid

Of one who knows and best

With what will make them blessed.

3It is the sweetest sound

That infant years can hear,

With God and angels near.

There rests the weary head,

There age and sorrow go;

O! let the Christian show!