The law that the Lord has ordained
Is perfect, the soul to restore;
His truth makes the simple most wise,
The truth that is sure ev­er­more.

His precepts are righteous and just,
Rejoicing the heart and the mind;
And all His commandments are pure,
Enlightening the eyes of the blind.

The fear of the Lord is most clean,
Forever unmoved it has stood;
His judgments are perfectly true,
In all things most righteous and good.

Such treasure no gold can supply,
Such sweetness no honey afford,
Their warnings none heed and obey
But find most abundant reward.

O who can his errors discern?
From hidden faults, Lord, keep me free;
Let pride ne­ver reign in my heart,
And clear of great sin I shall be.

I pray that my words and my thought
My all with Thy precepts accord,
And ever be pleasing to Thee,
My Rock, my Re­deem­er, my Lord.