Law #77

Let the burden of the day pass,

Thy tender touch of evening.

Mercies come fresh every morning,

Unto me your visitation is certain.

That I might pursue your way,

May live in your presence,

For your names sake.

Thy law is fuel in the fire,

Is light in the darkness

My delight, ever.

Let thy tender mercies come unto me, that I may live: for thy law is my delight.

Psalm 119:77