Hymns

Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord

by Isaac Watts·1719·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)

Based on Ps 119

1

Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord;
How good thy works appear!
Open mine eyes to read thy word,
And see thy wonders there.

2

My heart was fashioned by thy hand;
My service is thy due:
O make thy servant understand
The duties he must do.

3

Since I'm a stranger here below,
Let not thy path be hid;
But mark the road my feet should go,
And be my constant guide

4

When I confessed my wand'ring ways,
Thou heard'st my soul complain;
Grant me the teachings of thy grace,
Or I shall stray again.

5

If God to me his statutes show,
And heav'nly truth impart,
His work for ever I'll pursue,
His law shall rule my heart.

6

This was my comfort when I bore
Variety of grief;
It made me learn thy word the more,
And fly to that relief.

7

In vain the proud deride me now;
I'll ne'er forget thy law,
Nor let that blessed gospel go,
Whence all my hopes I draw.

8

When I have learned my Father's will,
I'll teach the world his ways;
My thankful lips, inspired with zeal,
Shall loud pronounce his praise.

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