I love the vol­umes of Thy Word;
What light and joy those leaves af­ford
To souls be­night­ed and dis­tressed!
Thy pre­cepts guide my doubt­ful way,
Thy fear for­bids my feet to stray,
Thy pro­mise leads my heart to rest.

From the dis­co­ver­ies of Thy law
The per­fect rules of life I draw;
These are my stu­dy and de­light:
Not ho­ney so in­vites the taste,
Nor gold that hath the fur­nace past
Appears so pleas­ing to the sight.

Thy threat­en­ings wake my slum­ber­ing eyes,
And warn me where my dang­er lies;
But ’tis Thy bless­èd Gos­pel, Lord,
That makes my guil­ty con­science clean,
Converts my soul, sub­dues my sin,
And gives a free, but large re­ward.

Who knows the er­rors of his thoughts?
My God, for­give my sec­ret faults,
And from pre­sump­tu­ous sins re­strain:
Accept my poor at­tempts of praise
That I have read Thy book of grace
And book of na­ture not in vain.