Thy Word, O My God, I Delight to Peruse

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Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns, for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 1841

Hymn 283
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1. Thy word, O my God, I delight to peruse,
And make it my study by day and by night,
But oh! what vast numbers those blessings refuse,
Which therein are promised to all who do right.

2. The prophets of old have foretold of a day,
When the saints would have rest for full one thousand years,
(And Satan be bound—his pow'r taken away)
Then they will rejoice, and will dry up their tears.

3. They under their vines, and their figtrees shall sit
And none to molest them or make them afraid:
Roll on glorious day—we impatiently wait;
The time seems to linger as if 'twere delayed.

4. Oh! why do such numbers of the human race,
Neglect to secure an inheritance there?
'Tis because they love sinning, more than God's free grace,
And seek after bubbles, as light as the air.

5. O turn from your folly poor sinners, and seek
Your sins to forsake, and your hearts to prepare
For that rest, which is promised unto all the meek,
And then in that glory, you surely will share.

6. Were these all the blessings the saints would enjoy,
They would be worth seeking for, brethren and friends;
But beyond is a glory, that's free from alloy
Which tongue cannot describe, and which never will end.