O HOW I love Thy holy Word,

Long unafflicted, undismayed, In pleasure’s path secure I strayed, Then did I feel Thy chastening rod, Which turned me unto Thee, my God.

Although it pierced my stubborn heart, I’ll bless the Hand that caused the smart; It taught my tears awhile to flow, But saved me from eternal woe.

If Thou hadst left me unchastised, Thy precepts would be still despised; And still the snare by Satan laid Had my unwary soul betrayed.

I love Thee, therefore, O my God, And look towards Thy dear abode; Where in Thy presence fully blest, Thy chosen saints for ever rest.