163 Father of Mercies, in Thy Word Waldrons C. M. CHARLES EDWARD MILLER 1. Father of mer-cies, in Thy Word What end-less glo For ev-er be Thy Name a-dored For these celestial lines. A-men. 2 Here may the blind and hungry come, And light and food receive; Here shall the lowliest guest have room, 3 Here springs of consolation rise 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 5 O may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight, And still new beauties may I see, 6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Teach me to love Thy sacred Word, ANNE STEELE A lan-tern to our foot-steps, Shines on from age to age. 2 A-men. The Church from her dear Master Received the gift Divine, And still that light she lifteth O'er all the earth to shine. It is the golden casket, Where gems of truth are stored; It is the heaven-drawn picture Of Christ, the Living Word. 3 It floateth like a banner Before God's Host unfurled; It shineth like a beacon Above the darkling world. It is the chart and compass, O make Thy Church, dear Saviour, Till, clouds and darkness ended, WILLIAM WALSHAM How |