O That Thy Statutes Every Hour

O that Thy sta­tutes ev­ery hour

Might dwell up­on my mind!

Thence I de­rive a quick­en­ing pow­er

And dai­ly peace I find.

To me­di­tate Thy pre­cepts

Lord

Shall be my sweet em­ploy;

My soul shall ne’er for­get Thy Word;

Thy Word is all my joy.

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!

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.

Let bands of per­se­cut­ors rise

To rob me of my right;

Let pride and ma­lice forge their lies

Thy law is my de­light.

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.