O that Thy sta­tutes ev­ery hour
Might dwell up­on my mind!
Thence I de­rive a quick­en­ing pow­er
And dai­ly peace I find.

To me­di­tate Thy pre­cepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet em­ploy;
My soul shall ne’er for­get Thy Word;
Thy Word is all my joy.

How would I run in Thy com­mands
If Thou my heart dis­charge
From sin and Sa­tan’s hate­ful chains,
And set my feet at large!

My lips with cour­age shall de­clare
Thy sta­tutes and Thy name;
I’ll speak Thy Word, tho’ kings should hear,
Nor yield to sin­ful shame.

Let bands of per­se­cut­ors rise
To rob me of my right;
Let pride and ma­lice forge their lies,
Thy law is my de­light.

Depart from me, ye wick­ed race,
Whose hands and hearts are ill;
I love my God, I love His ways,
And must ob­ey His will.