I love the volume 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 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes,

And warn me where my danger lies;

But ’tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,

That makes my guilty conscience clean,

Converts my soul, subdues my sin,

And gives a free, but large reward.

3 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.