I love the volume of Thy Word

Verse 1

I love the volume of Thy Word: What light and joy these leaves afford To souls benighted and distrest! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way; Thy fear forbids my feet to stray; Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

Verse 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 passed Appears so pleasing to the sight.

Verse 3

Thy threatenings 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.

Verse 4

Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read Thy Book of grace And book of nature not in vain.