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The Law of the Wise. Prov. 13. 14; 14. 27

1 Sweet Jesus! how great is thy love;
  Thy mercy and truth know no end;
  And all that are born from above,
  Shall find thee a permanent Friend;
  Dear Saviour, enlighten my eyes,
  That I may the wonders behold
  Contained in the law of the wise,
  Too grand and too great to be told.

2 O what a rich field of delight!
  How sweet and how fragrant the smell!
  Its beauties astonish me quite,
  Nor am I yet able to tell
  The half of the glory I see
  In that divine treasure of grace;
  Sweet wonders are shown unto me,
  When I behold Jesus’s face.

3 Dear Jesus! thy glories unfold,
  Nor let me be wanting of sight;
  O may I with pleasure behold
  Thy statutes, and in them delight.
  I want to know nothing beside;
  Here’s room for my soul to expand;
  Nor can I be better employed,
  In Meshech’s discouraging land.