10 C. M. Thy testimonies are my delight. Psalm 119:24. Father of Mercies! in thy word What endless glory shines! For ever be thine name adored For these celestial lines! 2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find; Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a rich repast: Sublimer sweets than nature knows Invite the longing taste. 4 Here springs of consolation rise To cheer the fainting mind, And thirsty souls receive supplies, And sweet refreshment find. 5 Here the Redeemer’s welcome voice, Spreads heavenly peace around; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. 6 O may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light. 7 Divine Instructor! gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there! 11 C. M. A light unto my path. Psalm 119:105. What glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun! It gives a light to every age— It gives but borrows none. 2 The hand that gave it, still supplies His gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise— They rise, but never set. 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine For such a bright display, As makes the world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 4 My soul rejoices to pursue The paths of truth and love, Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above. 12 C. M. Thy law is my delight. Psalm 119:174. Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I’ll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight; While through the promises I rove, With ever fresh delight. 3 ’Tis a broad land, of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise, Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. 4 The best relief that mourners have; It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. 13 C. M. Revelation welcomed. Hail, sacred truth! whose piercing rays Dispel the shades of night, Diffusing o’er a sinful world The healing beams of light. 2 Thy word, O Lord, with friendly aid, Restores our wandering feet, Converts the sorrows of the mind To joys divinely sweet.