O how I love Thy holy
law!
�Tis daily my delight;
And thence my meditations
draw
Divine advice by night.
My waking eyes prevent
the day
To meditate Thy Word;
My soul with longing
melts away
To hear Thy Gospel, Lord.
How doth Thy Word my
heart engage!
How well employ my
tongue!
And in my tiresome
pilgrimage,
Yields me a heav�nly
song.
Am I a stranger or at
home,
�Tis my perpetual feast;
Not honey dropping from
the comb
So much allures the
taste.
No treasures so enrich
the mind;
Nor shall Thy Word be
sold
For loads of silver well
refined,
Nor heaps of choicest
gold.
When nature sinks, and
spirits droop,
Thy promises of grace
Are pillars to support my
hope,
And there I write Thy
praise.