Lord, I Have Made Thy Word My Choice

Lord

I have made Thy Word my choice

My last­ing her­it­age;

There shall my nob­lest pow­ers re­joice

My warm­est thoughts en­gage.

I’ll read the his­to­ries of Thy love

And keep Thy laws in sight

While through the pro­mis­es I rove

With ev­er fresh de­light.

’Tis a broad land of wealth un­known

Where springs of life arise

Seeds of im­mor­tal bliss are sown

And hid­den glo­ry lies.

The best re­lief that mourn­ers have

It makes our sor­rows blest;

Our fair­est hope be­yond the grave

And our eter­nal rest.