273 - Lord, I have Made Thy Word My Choice

Lord, I have made Thy Word my choice
My lasting heritage;
There shall my no blest pow’rs rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.
I’ll read the histories of Thy love,
And keep Thy laws in sight;
While through Thy promise I rove,
With ever fresh delight.
In this broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.
The best relief that mourners have,
It makes our sorrows blest
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,
And our eternal rest.