1 O how I love thy holy law!
'Tis daily my delight:
And thence my meditations draw
Divine advice by night.
2 My waking eyes prevent the day
To meditate thy word:
My soul with longing melts away
To hear thy gospel, Lord.
3 How doth thy word my heart engage!
How well employ my tongue!
And in my tiresome pilgrimage
Yields me a heav'nly song.
4 Am I a stranger, or at home,
'Tis my perpetual feast;
Not honey dropping from the comb
So much allures the taste.
5 No treasures so enrich the mind;
Nor shall thy word be sold
For loads of silver well refin'd,
Nor heaps of choicest gold.
6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop,
Thy promises of grace
Are pillars to support my hope,
And there I write thy praise.
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First Line: | O how I love thy holy law! |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; |
Notes: | Part 5 |