Father of mercies, in Thy Word (161)

Father of mercies, in Thy Word
What endless glory shines!
Forever be Thy name adored
For these celestial lines.

Here the Redeemer’s welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around:
And life, and everlasting joys,
Attend the blissful sound.

Here springs of consolation rise
To cheer the fainting mind;
And thirsty souls receive supplies,
And sweet refreshment find.

Oh, may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

  Author: Anne Steele