|119 (17)||Psalm 119 Part 17|
|THEY hate me, Lord, without a cause,
Because I fear my God;
They hate to see me love Thy laws,
And reverence Thy blest Word.
|2||Lord, when my spirit takes its fill
Of some good word of Thine,
No mighty men that share the spoil
Have joy compared to mine.
|3||Hour after hour I lift my prayers,
And pay my thanks to Thee,
For Thy great hand o’er my affairs,
And kindness, Lord, to me.
|4||Great is their peace who love Thy law,
How firm their souls abide!
Nor shall a great temptation draw
Their strengthened hearts aside.
|5||O Lord, I long, I hope, I wait,
For Thine appearing still;
Thy Word is ever my delight,
And to obey Thy will!
|Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡|