Oh Lord, Thy Perfect Word

Oh Lord

Thy per­fect word

Directs our steps aright

Nor can all oth­er books af­ford

Such pro­fit or de­light.

Celestial beams it sheds

To cheer this vale be­low;

To dist­ant lands its glo­ry spreads

And streams of mer­cy flow.

True wis­dom it im­parts

Commands our hope and fear

Oh

may we hide it in our hearts

And feel its inf­lu­ence there.