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on. 1 God, in the Gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known; 'Tis here his richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, To form our minds, to cheer our hearts; Its influence makes the sinner live; It bids the drooping saint revive. 3 Our raging passions it controls, And comfort yields to contrite souls; It brings a better world in view, And guides us all our journey through. 4 May this blest volume ever lie Close to my heart, and near my eye, Till life's last hour my soul engage, And be my chosen heritage. 193. C. M. Watts. Revelation. Ps. 119. 1 Let all the heathen writers join To form one perfect book, Great God, if once compared with thine, How mean their writings look! 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave Could show one sin forgiven, Nor lead a step beyond the grave; But thine conduct to heaven. 3 I've seen an end of what we call Perfection here below; How short the powers of nature fall, And can no farther go! 4 Our faith, and love, and every grace, Fall far below thy word; But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. 194. L. M. Anonymous. The Scriptures. 1 Lamp of our feet! whose hallowed beam Deep in our hearts its dwelling hath, How welcome is the cheering gleam Thou sheddest o'er our lowly path! Light of our way! whose ways are flung In mercy o'er our pilgrim road, How blessed, its dark shades among, The star that guides us to our God. 2 In the sweet morning's hour of prime, Thy blessed words our lips engage, And round our hearths at evening time Our children spell the holy page; The waymark through long distant years, To guide their wandering footsteps on, Till thy last loveliest beam appears, Inscribed upon the churchyard stone. 3 Lamp of our feet! which day by day Are passing to the quiet tomb, If on it fall thy peaceful ray, Our last low dwelling hath no gloom. How beautiful their calm repose To whom thy blessed hope is given Whose pilgrimage on earth is closed By the unfolding gates of heaven! 195. C. M. Watts. Comf
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