Words: Isaac Watts Music: "Gardiner" by William Gardiner O how I love Thy holy law! 'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate Thy Word; My soul with longing melts away To hear Thy Gospel, Lord. How doth Thy Word my heart engage! How well employ my tongue! And in my tiresome pilgrimage, Yields me a heav'nly song. Am I a stranger or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feast; Not honey dropping from the comb So much allures the taste. No treasures so enrich the mind; Nor shall Thy Word be sold For loads of silver well refined, Nor heaps of choicest gold. When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write Thy praise.
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