O How I Love Thy Holy Law

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.