1 O that thy Statutes ev'ry Hour
Might dwell upon my Mind!
Thence I derive a quick'ning Pow'r,
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, though 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.