Forever set­tled in the heav’ns,
Thy Word, O Lord, shall firm­ly stand;
Thy faith­ful­ness shall ne­ver fail;
The earth abides at Thy com­mand.

Thy Word and works un­moved remain,
Thine ev­ery pur­pose to ful­fill;
All things are Thine and Thee ob­ey,
And all as ser­vants wait Thy will.

I should have per­ished in my woe
Had not I loved Thy law di­vine;
That law I ne­ver can for­get;
O save me, Lord, for I am Thine.

The wick­ed would de­stroy my soul,
But in Thy truth is re­fuge sure;
Exceeding broad is Thy com­mand,
And in per­fect­ion shall en­dure.