5. The Glory of the Word. C. M. 1 The Spirit breathes upon the word,

And brings the truth to sight:
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;

It gives a light to every age, It gives-but borrows none. 3 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.

5 My soul rejoices to pursue

The steps of Him I love,

Till glory breaks upon my view,
In brighter worlds above.

Cowper.

6. The power of the Gospel. L. M. 1 This is the word of truth and love, Sent to the nations from above; Jehovah here resolves to show What his almighty grace can do.

2 This remedy did wisdom find,
To heal diseases of the mind;

This sovereign balm, whose virtues can
Restore the ruined creature man.

3 The Gospel bids the dead revive;
Sinners obey the voice, and live;

Dry bones are rais'd, and clothed afresh,
And hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh.

4 Where Satan reign'd in shades of night
The Gospel strikes a heav'nly light;
Our lusts its wondrous power controls,
And calms the rage of angry souls.

5 Lions, and beasts of savage name,
Put on the nature of the Lamb;

While the wide world esteem it strange,
Gaze, and admire, and hate the change.

6 May but this grace my soul renew,
Let sinners gaze, and hate me too;
The word that saves me, does engage
A sure defence from all their rage.

7. Power of the Gospel. L. M.

Watts.

1 What shall the dying sinner do,
That seeks relief for all his wo?
Where shall the guilty conscience find
Ease for the torment of the mind?

2 How shall we get our crimes forgiven, Or form our natures fit for heaven? Can souls all o'er defiled with sin

Make their own powers and passions clean? 3 In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus brings his Gospel nigh; 'Tis there the power and glory dwell, That save rebellious souls from hell. 4 This is the pillar of our hope, That bears our fainting spirits up; We read the grace, we trust the word, And find salvation in the Lord.

Watts' Ser

8. Nature and Scripture compared. L. M

1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, In every star thy wisdom shines; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light,

And nights and days thy power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ

Reveals thy justice and thy grace.

3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise,
Round the whole earth, and never stand;
So when thy truth began its race,
It touch'd and glanc'd on every land.

4 Nor shall thy spreading Gospel rest,

'Till through the world thy truth has run; 'Till Christ has all the nations blest,

That see the light, or feel the sun.

Watts.

9. Delight in the Scriptures. C. M. 1 O how I love thy holy law!

'Tis daily my delight;

And thence my meditations draw
Divine advice by night.

2 My waking eyes prevent the day,
To meditate thy word;

My soul with longing melts away,
To hear thy Gospel, Lord.

3 How doth thy word my heart engage-
How well employ my tongue!
And in my tiresome pilgrimage,
Yields me a heavenly song!

4 Am I a stranger, or at home,
'Tis my perpetual feast!

Not honey, dropping from the comb,
So much delights my taste.

5 No treasures so enrich the mind;
Nor shall thy word be sold
For loads of silver well refin'd,

Nor heaps of choicest gold.

6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop,
Thy promises of grace

Are pillars to support my hope,
And there I write thy praise.

Watts.

10. Delight in the Scriptures. P. M.
1 I love the volumes of thy word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distress'd!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

2 From the discoveries of thy law
The perfect rules of life I draw;
These are my study and delight;
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold that hath the furnace past,
Appears so pleasing to the sight.

3 Thy threat'nings wake my slumbering eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis thy blessed Gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,

And gives a free, but large reward.

4 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,