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6 Lord, with this grace our hearts inspire:

Answer our sacrifice by fire;
And by thy mighty acts declare,

Thou art the God who heareth prayer.

C. M.
Martyrdom, Winchester Old-Northampton.
1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears,

I fly to thee, my Lord !
And not a glimpse of hope appears

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

Does all my griefs assuage: Here I behold my Saviour's face

Almost in every page. 3 This is the field where hidden lies

The pearl of price unknown: The merchant is divinely wise

Who makes this pearl his own. 4 Here, consecrated water flows

To quench my thirst of sin;
Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows,

Nor danger lurks therein.
5 This is the judge that ends the strife

Where wit and reason fail ; My guide to everlasting life

Through all this gloomy vale.

6 Oh, may thy counsels, Mighty God!

My roving feet command; Nor I forsake the happy road

That leads to thy right hand. 171. THE LAMP.

C. M. Evan-Solomon-Canterbury. 1 Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace

Our path when wont to stray;
Stream from the fount of heavenly grace,

Brook by the traveller's way:
2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed,

True manna from on high ;
Our guide and chart, wherein we read

Of realms beyond the sky:
3 Pillar of fire, through watches dark,

And radiant cloud by day;
When waves would whelm our tossing


Our anchor and our stay:
4 Word of the everlasting God,

Will of his glorious Son;
Without thee how could earth be trod,

Or heaven itself be won!
5 Lord, grant us all aright to learn

The wisdom it imparts ;
And to its heavenly teaching turn,

With simple, childlike hearts.



Ballerma-Gloucester-Bishopthorpe. 1 How precious is the book divine,

By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,

To guide our souls to heaven.
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts

In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,

And quells our rising fears. 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night

Of life, shall guide our way; Till we behold the clearer light

Of an eternal day. 173.

Knox-Spanish Chant-Moravia?
1 Holy Bible, book Divine;

Precious treasure, thou art mine;
Mine, to tell me whence I came;

Mine, to teach me what I am.
2 Mine, to chide me when I rove;

Mine, to show a Saviour's love;
Mine art thou to guide my feet;
Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit.


3 Mine, to comfort in distress,

If the Holy Spirit bless ;
Mine, to show by living faith

Man can triumph over death, 4 Mine, to tell of joys to come,

And the rebel sinner's doom;
Holy Bible, book Divine,

Precious treasure, thou art mine.

8. 7. 8.7. AND SWORD.

7.7. Holstein-Eucharist Edgeware. 1 Precious Bible! what a treasure

Does the word of God afford !
All I want for life or pleasure,
Food and Medicine, Shield and Sword;

Let the world account me poor,

Having this I need no more. 2 Food to which the world's a stranger,

Here my hungry soul enjoys;
Of excess there is no danger,
Though it fills it never cloys;

On a dying Christ I feed,

He is meat and drink indeed!
3 When my faith faint and sickly,

Or when Satan wounds my mind,
Cordials to revive me quickly,
Healing med'cines here I find:

To the promises I flee,

Each affords a remedy.
4 In the hour of dark temptation

Satan cannot make me yield;
For the word of consolation
Is to me a mighty shield:

While the Scripture truths are sure,

From his malice I'm secure.
5 Vain his threats to overcome me,

When I take the Spirit's sword ;
Then with ease I drive him from me,
Satan trembles at the word:

'Tis a sword for conquest made,

Keen the edge and strong the blade. 6 Shall I envy then the miser,

Doting on his golden store ?
Sure I am or should be wiser,
I am rich, 'tis he is poor ;

Jesus gives me in his Word,

Food and med'cine, shield and sword. 175.



Bloxham-Burton-Harborough. 1 The sacred Word, so fraught with use,

Is bright with beauty too,
Oft startling us like blooms profuse

Upon a sudden view.


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