J. McGranahan
UNSPOTTED is the fear of God,
And ever doth endure;
The judgements of the Lord are truth,
And righteousness most pure.
O how love I Thy law,
O how love I Thy law,
It is my meditation all the day;
O how love I Thy law,
O how love I Thy law,
It is my meditation all the day.
2
They more than gold, yea, much fine gold,
To be desired are,
Than honey from the honeycomb
That droppeth sweeter far.
3
Moreover they Thy servant warn,
How he his life should frame.
A great reward provided is
For them that keep the same.
4
Who can his errors understand?
From secret faults me cleanse;
Thy servant also keep Thou back
From all presumptuous sins.
5
And do not suffer them to have
Dominion over me;
I shall be righteous, then, and from
The great transgression free.