Song 7

Great God, with wonder and with praise, On all thy works I look; But still thy wisdom, power and grace Shine brighter in thy Book.

The stars that in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But thy good Word informs my soul How I may climb to heaven.

The fields provide me food, and show The goodness of the Lord; But fruits of life and glory grow In thy most holy Word.

Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best comfort lies; Here my desires are satisfy'd; And hence my hopes arise.

Lord, make me understand thy law, Show what my faults have been; And from thy Gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin.

Here would I learn how Christ has dy'd To save my soul from hell: Not all the books on earth beside Such heav'nly wonders tell.

Then let me love my Bible more, And take a fresh delight By day to read these wonders o'er, And meditate by night.

Song 8. Praise to God for learning to read.

The praises of my tongue I offer to the Lord, That I was taught, and learnt so young To read his holy Word.

That I am taught to know The danger I was in, By nature and by practice too A wretched slave to sin.

That I am led to see I can do nothing well; And whither shall a sinner flee, To save himself from hell?

Dear Lord, this book of thine Informs me where to go For grace to pardon all my sin, And make me holy too.

Here I can read and learn How Christ the Son of God Did undertake our great concern, Our ransom cost his blood.

And now he reigns above, He sends his Spirit down, To show the wonders of his love, And make his Gospel known.

O may that Spirit teach, And make my heart receive Those truths which all thy servants preach, And all thy saints believe!

Then shall I praise the Lord In a more chearful strain, That I was taught to read his Word, And have not learnt in vain.