The counsels of redeeming grace The sacred leaves unfold: And here the Saviour's lovely face Our raptured eyes behold. Here light, descending from above, Directs our doubtful feet; Here promises of heav'nly love Our ardent wishes meet. Our num'rous griefs are here redressed, And all our wants supplied: Naught we can ask to make us blessed Is in this book denied. For these inestimable gains, That so enrich the mind, Oh may we search with eager pains, Assured that we shall find!