Lord, I have made thy word my choice,

My lasting heritage;

There shall my noblest powers rejoice,

My warmest thoughts engage.

2 I’ll read the histories of thy love,

And keep thy laws in sight;

While through the promises I rove,

With ever fresh delight.

3 ’Tis a 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.