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Oh happy is the man who hears

Hymnal: BW1867 #248 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Oh, happy is the man who hears Instruction’s warning voice; And who celestial wisdom makes His early, only choice. 2 For she hath treasures greater far Than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are Than all their stores of gold. 3 She guides the young with innocence, In pleasure’s paths to tread; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. 4 According as her labours rise, So her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace. Topics: The Scriptures Languages: English
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Great God! with wonder and with praise

Hymnal: BW1867 #249 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Great God! with wonder and with praise On all Thy works I look; But still Thy wisdom, power, and grace Shine brighter in Thy book. 2 The stars, which in their courses roll Have much instruction given; But Thy good word informs my soul How I may soar to heaven. 3 The fields provide me food, and show The goodness of the Lord; But fruits of life and glory grow In Thy most holy word. 4 Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best comfort lies, Here my desires are satisfied, And hence my hopes arise. 5 Lord, make me understand Thy law: Show what my faults have been; And from Thy Gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin. 6 Here would I learn how Christ has died, To save my soul from hell; Not all the books on earth beside Such heavenly wonders tell. 7 Then let me love my Bible more; And take a fresh delight, By day to read these wonders o’er, And meditate by night. Topics: The Scriptures Languages: English
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By the thoughtless world derided

Hymnal: BW1867 #250 (1867) Lyrics: 1 By the thoughtless world derided, Still I love the word of God; 'Tis the crook by which I'm guided, Often 'tis a chastening rod. 'Tis a sword that cuts asunder All my pride and vanity, When abased I lie, and wonder That he spares a wretch like me. 2 This confirms me when I waver, Sets my trembling judgment right; When I stray, how much soever, This is my restoring light: Satan oft, and sin, assail me With temptations ever new; Then there's nothing can avail me, Till my bleeding Lord I view. 3 Faith I need; O Lord, bestow it, Give my labouring mind relief; Oft, alas! I doubt, I know it, Help, oh help my unbelief. Dearest Saviour, by Thy merit May I gain a future crown; Guide, oh guide me by Thy Spirit, Till these storms are overblown. Topics: The Scriptures Languages: English
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How shall the young secure their hearts

Hymnal: BW1867 #251 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. 2 When once it enters in the mind, It spreads such light abroad, The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. 3 '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. 4 The men that keep Thy law with care and meditate thy word, Grow wiser than their teachers are, And better know the Lord. 5 Thy precepts make me truly wise I hate the sinner's road; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love Thy law, my God. 6 Thy word is everlasting truth; How pure is every page! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. Topics: The Scriptures Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English
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Lamp of our feet! whereby we trace

Hymnal: BW1867 #252 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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! Or radiant cloud by day! When waves would whelm our tossing bark, Our anchor and our stay! 4 Childhood's preceptor! manhood's trust! Old age's firm ally! Our hope, when we go down to dust, Of immortality! Topics: The Scriptures Languages: English
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Laden with guilt, and full of fears

Hymnal: BW1867 #253 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to Thee, my Lord, And not a ray of hope appears But in Thy written word. 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my fried assuage; Here I behold my Saviour's face In almost every page. 3 This is the field where hidden lies The pearly of price unknown; That merchant is divinely wise Who makes the pearl His own. 4 This is the judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail; My guide to everlasting life, through all this gloomy vale. 5 Oh may Thy counsels, mighty God! My roving feet command; And teach me to pursue the road That leads to Thy right hand. Topics: The Scriptures Languages: English
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In vain would boasting reason find

Hymnal: BW1867 #254 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 In vain would boating reason find The path to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewildered in a doubtful road. 2 Jesus, Thy words alone impart Eternal life, on these I live; Diviner comforts cheer my heart Than all the powers of nature give. 3 Here let my constant feet abide; Thou art the true, the living way: Let Thy good Spirit be my guide To the bright realms of endless day. 4 The various forms that men devise To shake my faith with treacherous art, I scorn as vanity and lies, And bind Thy Gospel to my heart. Topics: The Scriptures Languages: English
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The starry firmament on high

Hymnal: BW1867 #255 (1867) Lyrics: 1 The starry firmament on high, And all the glories of the sky, Yet shine not to Thy praise, O Lord, So brightly as Thy written Word. 2 The hopes that holy word supplies, Its truths divine, and precepts wise, In each a heavenly beam I see, And every beam conducts to Thee. 3 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail, The moon forget her nightly tale, And deepest silence hush on high The radiant chorus of the sky; 4 But fixed for everlasting years, Unmoved, amid the wreck of spheres, Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, When heaven and earth have passed away. Topics: The Scriptures Languages: English
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Sin has a thousand treacherous arts

Hymnal: BW1867 #256 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Sin has a thousand treacherous arts To practice on the mind; With flattering looks she tempts our hearts, But leaves a sting behind. 2 With names of virtue she deceives The agèd and the young; And while the heedless wretch believes, She makes his fetters strong. 3 She pleads for all the joys she brings, And gives a fair pretence; But cheats the soul of heavenly things, And chains it down to sense. 4 So on a tree divinely fair Grew the forbidden food; Our mother took the poison there, And tainted all her blood. Topics: Man a Sinner Depraved Languages: English
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Sin, like a venmous disease

Hymnal: BW1867 #257 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Sin, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; The only balm is sovereign grace, And the physician, God. 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled, And we draw near to death; But Christ, the Lord, recalls the dead, With His almighty breath. 3 Madness by nature reigns within, The passions burn and rage, Till God's own Son, with skill divine, The inward fire assuage. 4 We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, And solid good despise; Such is the folly of the mind, Till Jesus makes us wise. 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel, We drink the poisonous gall, And rush with fury down to hell; But heaven prevents the fall. Topics: Man a Sinner Depraved Languages: English

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