Lord, I have made Thy Word my choice
My
lasting heritage;
There
shall my no blest pow’rs rejoice,
My
warmest thoughts engage.
2
I’ll
read the histories of Thy love,
And
keep Thy laws in sight;
While
through Thy promise I rove,
With
ever fresh delight.
3
In
this broad land of wealth unknown,
Where
springs of life arise,
Seeds
of immortal bliss are sown,
And
hidden glory lies.
4
The
best relief that mourners have,
It
makes our sorrows blest
Our
fairest hope beyond the grave,
And
our eternal rest.