O how I love thy holy law
1
O how I love thy holy law!
'T is daily my delight;
And thence my meditations draw
Divine advice by night.
2
How doth thy word my heart engage!
How well employ my tongue!
And in my tiresome pilgrimage
Yields me a heavenly song.
3
No treasures so enrich the mind,
Nor shall thy word be sold,
For loads of silver well-refined,
Nor heaps of choicest gold.
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When all the powers of nature droop,
Thy promises of grace
Are pillars to support the hope
Of my abiding-place.