O may that Spirit teach, Then shall I praise the Lord That I was taught to read His Word, C.M. Rev. Isaac Watts, D.D., 1715 (died 1748). ESHER, 105. ST. GEORGE, 113. 76 FATHER of mercies, in Thy word What endless glory shines! For ever be Thy name adored, Here the Redeemer's welcome voice And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. O may these heavenly pages be Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Miss Anne Steele, 1760 (died 1778). C.M. ST. ANN, 111. ST. STEPHEN, 117. 77 HOW shall the young secure their hearts And guard their lives from sin ? Thy word the choicest rules imparts When once it enters to the mind, Thy precepts make me truly wise; I hate mine own vain thoughts that rise, Thy word is everlasting truth; That holy book shall guide our youth, Rev. Isaac Watts, D.D., 1719 (died 1748). C.M. ST. ANN, 111. ST. STEPHEN, 117. 78 OH that the Lord would guide my ways, To keep His statutes still; Oh that my God would grant me grace, O send Thy Spirit down, to write Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Order my footsteps by Thy word, C.M. Make me to walk in Thy commands, Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Rev. Isaac Watts, D.D., 1719 (died 1748). LONDON, 109. W. H. COOKE'S CHANT, 201. 79 GREAT God, with wonder and with Thy works I look; [praise The stars that in their courses roll The fields provide me food, and show Here are my choicest treasures hid, Lord, make me understand Thy law, Here would I learn how Christ has died, Not all the books on earth beside Then let me love the Bible more, By day to read these wonders o'er, Rev. Isaac Watts, D.D., 1715 (died 1748). C.M. ESHER, 105. W. H. COOKE'S CHANT, 201. 80 THY word is like a garden, Lord, With flowers bright and fair; Thy word is like a deep, deep mine, Thy word is like the starry host; Thy word is like a glorious choir, Thy word is like an armoury, O, may I love Thy precious word, May I its fragrant flowers glean, O, may I find my armour there;— I'll learn to fight with every foe 81 THE THERE Edwin Hodder, 1863. L.M. ANGELS' HYMN, 156. EIGNBROOK, 159. There is a storehouse of rich fare, There is a chart whose tracings show There is a tree whose leaves impart Give me this lamp to light my road; 11. 11. 11. 11. 82 THE Rev. H. J. Betts. MONTGOMERY, 189. REPOSE, 192. THE Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold, [fold; The hopes and the glories its pages un |