Verse 1:
Lord, I have made Thy word my choice,
My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest pow’rs rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.
Verse 2:
I’ll read the histories of Thy love,
And keep Thy laws in sight;
While through Thy promises I rove,
With ever fresh delight.
Verse 3:
In this broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.
Verse 4:
The best relief that mourners have,
It makes our sorrows blest;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,
And our eternal rest.
