As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heav'nly day. 4. My soul rejoices to pursue

The paths of truth and love,
'Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

HYMN 208. C. M. 1.LADEN with guilt, and full of fears

I fly to thee, my Lord;
And not a ray of hope appear

But in thy written word.
2. The volume of my Father's grace

Does all my grief assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face

Almost in ev'ry page.
3. This is the field, where hidden lies

The pearl of price unknown;
That merchant is divinely wise,

Who makes the pearl his own.
4. This is the Judge, that ends the strife,

Where wit and reason fail ; My guide to everlasting life,

Through all this gloomy vale. 5. O may thy counsels, mighty God!

My roving feet command ;
Nor I forsake the happy road,
That leads to thy right hand !

HYMN 209. L. M.
1.
·G LOD, in the gospel of his Son

Makes his eternal counsels known : 'Tis here his richest mercy shines,

And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2. Wisdom its dictates here imparts,

To form our minds, to cheer our hearts;
Its influence makes the sinner live,

It bids the drooping saint revive. 3. Our raging passions it controls,

And comfort yields to contrite souls;

It brings a better world in view,

And guides us all our journey through. 4. May this blest volume ever lie

Close to my heart, and near my eye;
Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage !

HYMN 210. L. M. 1.'TWAS by an order from the Lord,

The ancient prophets spoke his word; His spirit did their tongues inspire,

And warm’d their hearts with heav'nly fire., 2. The works and wonders, which they wrought,

Confirm’d the messages they brought.
The prophet's pen succeeds his breath,

To save the holy words from death.
3. Great God ! mine eyes with pleasure look

On the dear volume of thy book;
There my Redeemer's face I see,

And read his name who died for me, 4. Let the false raptures of the mind

Be lost, and vanish in the wind.
Here I can fix my hope secure:
This is thy word, and must endurc.

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3. Thy mild, thy wise, and righteous reign,

Let ev'ry being own:
And in our minds, thy work divine,

Erect thy gracious throne.
4. As angels in the heav'nly worlds

Thy bless'd commands fulfil ;
So may thy creatures here below

Perform thy holy will.
5. On thee we day by day depend :

Our daily wants supply;
With truth and virtue feed our souls,

That they may never die.
6. Extend thy grace to ev'ry fault;

0! let thy love forgive. Teach us divine forgiveness too,

Nor let resentments live. 7. Where tempting snares bestrew the way,

Permit us not to tread;
Or turn all real evil far

From our unguarded head.
8. Thy sacred name we would adore

With cheerful humble mind; And praise thy goodness, pow'r and truth, Eternal, unconfin'd!

HYMN 212. C. M. 1.

Thine ever-watchful eye Alone our real wants can see,

Thy hand alone supply. 2. Oh! let thy pow'r within us dwell,

Thy love our footsteps guide! That love shall vainer loves expel,

That fear all fears beside.
3. And since, by passion's force subdu'd,

Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,

And grasp the specious ill:
4. Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:

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The good, unask'd, let mercy grant, The ill, though ask'd, deny.

HYMN 213 C. M. God of Jacob, by whose hand

At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or aught thy goodness lent.
5. Let not this weak unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land

On each I judge thy foe.
6. Teach me to feel another's wo,

To hide the fault I see.
That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me. 7. This day be bread and peace my lot:

All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not;

And let thy will be done. s. To thee, whose temple is all space;

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies:
One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature's incense rise !

HYMN 215. s. M. 1. ALMIGHTY Lord

of all!
Of life the only spring !
Creator of unnumber'd worlds!

Supreme, eternal King ! 2. Preserve me from deceit,

Impenitence and pride;
Nor let me in forbidden paths,

With thoughtless sinners, glide. 3. What thine unerring eye

Sees for thy creature fit!
I'll bless the good, and to the ill

Contentedly submit.
A. With pleasure let me view

The prosp'rous and the great;
Malignant envy let me tly,

And odious selfconceit. 5. Let no despair, revenge,

Be to my bosom known:
Oh! give me tears for others' woes,

And patience for my own.