Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 2 Its light, descending from above, 3 It shows to man his wandering ways, And where his feet have trod; And brings to view the matchless grace 4 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, 5 This lamp, thro' all the tedious night Of an eternal day. Rev. John Fawcett (1739-1817), 1782. Ab. LENOX. H. M. LEWIS EDSON (1748-1820), 1781. 1. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The glad-ly solemn sound; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, And more gra-ces for the good; There is mer-cy with the Saviour; There is healing in His blood. All because we do not carry 2 Have we trials and temptations? Who will all our sorrows share? 3 Are we weak and heavy laden, In His arms He'll take and shield thee; Joseph Scriven (1829-1886), 1855 |