Ver. 111. paraphrased. 1 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 thro' 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.