Lord, I es­teem Thy judg­ments right,
And all Thy sta­tutes just;
Thence I main­tain a con­stant fight
With ev­ery flat­ter­ing lust.

Thy pr­ecepts oft­en I sur­vey;
I keep Thy law in sight,
Through all the bu­si­ness of the day,
To form my act­ions right.

My heart in mid­night si­lence cries,
How sweet Thy com­forts be!
My thoughts in ho­ly won­der rise,
And bring their thanks to Thee.

And when my spir­it drinks her fill
At some good word of Thine,
Not migh­ty men that share the spoil
Have joys com­pared to mine.