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Verse 1

Lord! send thy word, and let it fly,
Armed with thy Spirit’s power;
Ten thousands shall confess its sway,
And bless the saving hour.

Verse 2

Beneath the influence of its grace,
The barren wastes shall rise,
With sudden flowers and fruits arrayed,--
A blooming paradise.

Verse 3

Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch
Her wings from shore to shore;
No trump shall rouse the rage of war,
Nor murderous cannon roar.

Verse 4

Lord! for these days we wait;--these days
Are in thy word foretold;
Fly swifter, sun and stars! and bring
This promised age of gold.

Verse 5

Amen!--with joy divine, let earth’s
Unnumbered myriads cry;
Amen!--with joy divine, let heaven’s
Unnumbered choirs reply.

Verse 1

Father of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines!
Forever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.

Verse 2

Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find--
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

Verse 3

Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

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

Verse 1

How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.

Verse 2

Its light, descending from above,
Our gloomy world to cheer,
Displays a Savior’s boundless love,
And brings his glories near.

Verse 3

It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

Verse 4

This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life, shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.

Verse 1

Thy law is perfect, Lord of light;
Thy testimonies sure;
The statutes of thy realm are right,
And thy commandments pure.

Verse 2

Let these, O God, my soul convert,
And make thy servant wise;
Let those be gladness to my ears--
The dayspring to mine eyes.

Verse 3

By these may I be warned betimes;
Who knows the guile within?
Lord, save me from presumptuous crimes;
Cleanse me from secret sin.

Verse 4

So may the words my lips express--
The thoughts that throng my mind--
O Lord, my strength and righteousness,
With thee acceptance find.