The sacred leaves unfold;
And here the Saviour’s lovely face
Our raptured eyes behold.
Here light descending from above
Directs our doubtful feet;
Here promises of heavenly love
Our ardent wishes meet.
Our numerous griefs are here redressed,
And all our wants supplied:
Naught we can ask to make us blest
Is in this book denied.
For these inestimable gains,
That so enrich the mind,
O may we search with eager pains,
Assured that we shall find.
Samuel Stennett
How precious is the book divine,By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.
O’er all the strait and narrow way
Its radiant beams are cast;
A light whose never-weary ray
Grows brightest at the last.
It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.
This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life, shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.
John Fawcett
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