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

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

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.

When I con­fessed my wan­der­ing ways,
Thou heardst my soul com­plain;
Grant me the teach­ings of Thy grace,
Or I shall stray again.

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.

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

In vain the proud de­ride me now;
I’ll ne’er for­get Thy law,
Nor let that bless­èd Gos­pel go,
Whence all my hopes I draw.

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.