On Our Duty to God

How easy are thy laws, Oh God! Thy paths, how pleasant to be trod! Since love is all thy claim; Well might thy servant David, say, Those statutes that mark'd out man's way, Rejoic'd his very frame.

How can I then my will withdraw, From following thy most holy law? Thy gracious voice how shun? If, in thy word, it had been said, At my great name be seiz'd with dread, What then should I have done?

But all thou look'st for at my hand, That no one may thy will withstand, Among the sons of men, Is LOVE alone; for nought abides Like fear, where perfect love resides, Oh! let me love thee then!