The law that the Lord has or­dained
Is per­fect, the soul to re­store;
His truth makes the sim­ple most wise,
The truth that is sure ev­er­more.

His pre­cepts are right­eous and just,
Rejoicing the heart and the mind;
And all His com­mand­ments are pure,
Enlightening the eyes of the blind.

The fear of the Lord is most clean,
Forever un­moved it has stood;
His judg­ments are per­fect­ly true,
In all things most right­eous and good.

Such trea­sure no gold can sup­ply,
Such sweet­ness no ho­ney af­ford,
Their warn­ings none heed and obey
But find most abun­dant re­ward.

O who can his er­rors dis­cern?
From hid­den faults, Lord, keep me free;
Let pride ne­ver reign in my heart,
And clear of great sin I shall be.

I pray that my words and my thought
My all with Thy pre­cepts ac­cord,
And ev­er be pleas­ing to Thee,
My Rock, my Re­deem­er, my Lord.