6 Lord, with this grace our hearts inspire: Answer our sacrifice by fire; Thou art the God who heareth prayer. C. M. I fly to thee, my Lord ! But in thy written word. 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; Nor danger lurks therein. 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; Brook by the traveller's way: True manna from on high ; Of realms beyond the sky: And radiant cloud by day; bark, Our anchor and our stay: Will of his glorious Son; Or heaven itself be won! The wisdom it imparts ; With simple, childlike hearts. 172. A LIGHT IN A DARK PLACE. C.M. Ballerma-Gloucester-Bishopthorpe. 1 How precious is the book divine, By inspiration given! To guide our souls to heaven. In this dark vale of tears; 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. THE GUIDE. Precious treasure, thou art mine; Mine, to teach me what I am. Mine, to show a Saviour's love; 78. 3 Mine, to comfort in distress, If the Holy Spirit bless ; Man can triumph over death, 4 Mine, to tell of joys to come, And the rebel sinner's doom; 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 ! 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; On a dying Christ I feed, He is meat and drink indeed! Or when Satan wounds my mind, To the promises I flee, Each affords a remedy. Satan cannot make me yield; While the Scripture truths are sure, From his malice I'm secure. When I take the Spirit's sword ; '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 ? Jesus gives me in his Word, Food and med'cine, shield and sword. 175. EVER FRUITFUL, EVER FLOURISHING. C. M. Bloxham-Burton-Harborough. 1 The sacred Word, so fraught with use, Is bright with beauty too, Upon a sudden view. . |