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

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

3 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!

4 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.

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

6 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.