1.  I love the volumes of Thy Word; - what light and joy those leaves afford - to souls benighted and distressed! - Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, - Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, - Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

2.  From the discoveries of Thy law - the perfect rules of life I draw; - these are my study and delight: - not honey so invites the taste, - nor gold that hath the furnace past - appears so pleasing to the sight.

3.  Thy threat’nings wake my slumb’ring eyes, - and warn me where my danger lies; - but ’tis Thy blessèd Gospel, Lord, - that makes my guilty conscience clean, - converts my soul, subdues my sin, - and gives a free, but large reward.

4.  Who knows the errors of his thoughts? - My God, forgive my secret faults, - and from presumptuous sins restrain: - accept my poor attempts of praise, - that I have read Thy book of grace, - and book of nature, not in vain.