3 So shall our children learn the road That leads them to their fathers' God, And, formed by lessons so divine, Shall infant minds with knowledge shine. 4 So shall the haughty soul submit, With children placed at Jesus' feet; The noisy swell of pride shall cease, And thy sweet voice be heard in peace.
HYMN 275. C. M. [#]
Delight in the Word of God.
1 O How I love thy holy law! "Tis daily my delight,
And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night.
2 My waking eyes prevent the day, To meditate thy word; My soul with longing melts away, To hear thy gospel, Lord.
3 No treasures so enrich the mind, Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver, well refined, Nor heaps of shining gold.
4 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace
Are pillars to support my hope, And elevate my praise.
HYMN 276. L. P. M. [#] Holy Scriptures.
1 How precious, Lord, thy holy word! What light and joy its truths afford
To souls benighted and distressed! Thy precepts guide our doubtful way; Thy love forbids our feet to stray ;
Thy promise leads our hearts to rest. 2 From the discoveries of thy law, The perfect rules of life we draw; These are our study and delight: Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that hath the furnace past Appears so pleasing to the sight.
3 Thy threatenings wake our slumbering eyes, And warn us where our danger lies; But 'tis thy holy gospel, Lord, That makes the guilty conscience clean, Converts the soul, subdues our sin,
And gives a free, but large reward.
HYMN 277. C. M. [#]
Consolation from the Scriptures.
1 LORD, we would make thy word our joy, Our lasting heritage ;
May this our noblest powers employ, Our warmest thoughts engage.
2 "Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day,
And, through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way.
3 O, 'tis a land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise;
There seeds of endless bliss are sown, There boundless glory lies.
4 The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blessed; It shows a home beyond the grave, And an eternal rest.
1 WHEN Israel through the desert passed, A fiery pillar went before,
To guide them through the desert waste, And lessen the fatigues they bore.
2 Such is thy glorious word, O God! "Tis for our light and guidance given; It sheds a lustre all abroad,
And points the path to bliss and heaven. 3 It fills the soul with sweet delight,
And quickens its inactive powers; It sets our wandering footsteps right, Displays thy love, and kindles ours. 4 Its promises rejoice our hearts;
Its doctrines are divinely true; Knowledge and pleasure it imparts, And comforts and instructs us too.
HYMN 279. S. M. [#] Scripture a Guide.
1 How choice the book divine, By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heaven.
2 It 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 night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day.
HYMN 280. C. M. [#]
Triumph of Christianity.
1 O'ER mountain tops, the mount of God In latter days shall rise
Above the summits of the hills, And draw the wondering eyes.
2 To this, the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow;
Up to this mountain of their God, With songs of triumph go.
3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land;
The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall the whole world command.
4 No war shall rage; no hostile feuds Disturb those peaceful years:
To plough-shares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears.
5 No longer host, encountering host, Shall crowds of slain deplore; They'll lay the martial trumpet by, And study war no more.
HYMN 281. H. M. [# or b]
1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come : Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Behold the Son of God,
Commissioned from above, To all the human race,
The Messenger of love :
The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
3 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace;
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