Hymn 295
Father of mercies, in thy word
Baba ọrun, nin’ọ̀rọ Rẹ
- Father of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines. - Here, may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches, above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind. - Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound. - O may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light! - Divine instructor, gracious Lord,
Be Thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there. Amin.