The counsels of redeeming grace
The sacred leaves unfold:
And here the Saviour’s lovely face
Our raptured eyes behold.
Here light, descending from above,
Directs our doubtful feet;
Here promises of heav’nly love
Our ardent wishes meet.
Our num’rous griefs are here redressed,
And all our wants supplied:
Naught we can ask to make us blessed
Is in this book denied.
For these inestimable gains,
That so enrich the mind,
Oh may we search with eager pains,
Assured that we shall find!