329CM
FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word
   What endless glory shines!
For ever be Thy name adored
    For these celestial lines.
 
2  Here may the blind and hungry come,
    And light and food receive;
Here shall the lowliest guest have room,
    And taste and see and live.
 
3  Here springs of consolation rise
    To cheer the fainting mind,
And thirsting souls receive supplies,
    And sweet refreshment find.
 
4  Here the Redeemerís welcome voice
    Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys
    Attend the blissful sound.
 
5  O may these heavenly pages be
    My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
    And still increasing light.
 
6  Divine instructor, gracious Lord,
    Be Thou for ever near:
Teach me to love Thy sacred Word,
    And view my Saviour there.
 
Anne Steele, 1717-78