God's Word is Light

LIght is a pleasant thing to see,
Thy Word true Light doth give,
Nothing can, Lord, so pleasant be,
'Tis that by which we live,

By which we walk, by which we work,
And all things else we do;
All they who are without this light,
Don't know whither they go.

Thy Word discovery, Lord, doth make,
It manifesteth things;
From thence we do our judgment take,
It Knowledge to us brings:

What once we were we know hereby
How sad was then our state;
Sin's filthy nature through it we 'spy,
And it do come to hate.

The way of our Salvation too
It doth discover clear,
And how thou wilt be worshipped
Whilst we do all live here.

The Second Part.

Who the true Church is we may see,
If thy good Word we heed;
And by it we the false Church know,
Which filthy is indeed.

All things that needful are, O Lord,
Unto eternal life,
Is plain discovered by thy Word,
Which ends all doubts and strife

That is, hath been a long time
Amongst us here on Earth,
About the Church, and Truth of God,
But this all silenc'd hath.

Light hath a clearing quality,
And by its heat things grow;
And by it too all Fogs do fly,
Such influences flow

As doth revive and sweetly chear
The Soul that drooping lies,
They by thy Word, Lord, quickned are,
And all their sorrows flies.

Light hath a shining quality,
Thy Gospel shines so bright,
That nothing can more glorious be
In all thy Children's sight.