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.