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C.M.

1
Father of mercies, in Thy Word
What endless glory shines!
For ever be Thy 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 free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

4
Here the Redeemer’s welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys,
Attend the blissful sound.

5
O may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

6
Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
Be Thou for ever near;
Teach me to love Thy sacred Word,
And view my Saviour there.