Father of Mercies, in Thy Word

Father of mer­cies

in Thy Word

What end­less glo­ry shines;

Forever be Thy name adored

For these ce­les­ti­al lines.

Here

mines of heav’n­ly wealth dis­close

Their bright

un­bound­ed store;

The glit­ter­ing gem no long­er glows

And In­dia boasts no more.

Here may the wretch­ed sons of want

Exhaustless rich­es find;

Riches

above what earth can grant

And last­ing as the mind.

Here the fair tree of know­ledge grows

And yields a free re­past;

Sublimer fruits than na­ture knows

Invite the long­ing taste.

Here may the blind and hun­gry come

And light

and food re­ceive;

Here

shall the mean­est guest have room

And taste

and see

and live.

Amidst these gloomy wilds be­low

When dark and sad we stray;

Here

beams of Heav­en re­lieve our woe

And guide to end­less day.

Here springs of con­so­la­tion rise

To cheer the faint­ing mind;

And thirs­ty souls re­ceive sup­plies

And sweet re­fresh­ment find.

When guilt and ter­ror

pain and grief

United rend the heart

Here

sin­ners meet di­vine re­lief

And cool the rag­ing smart.

Here the Re­deem­er’s wel­come voice

Spreads heav’n­ly peace around

And life

and ev­er­last­ing joys

Attend the bliss­ful sound.

But when his pain­ful suf­fer­ings rise

(Delightful

dread­ful scene!)

Angels may read with won­der­ing eyes

That Je­sus died for men.

Oh

may these heav’nly pag­es be

My ev­er dear de­light

And still new beau­ties may I see

And still in­creas­ing light.

Divine In­struct­or

gra­cious Lord

Be Thou for­ev­er near

Teach me to love Thy sac­red Word

And view my Sav­ior there.