Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort. 2 Corinthians 1:3
Words: Anne Steele, Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional 1760.
Music: Tallis’ Ordinal Thomas Tallis, circa 1567 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Steele (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
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.