Desire of Knowledge.

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 fashion'd by thy hand, My service is thy due; Oh, 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.

If thou to me thy statutes show, And heav'nly truths impart, Thy work forever I'll pursue, Thy law shall rule my heart.