(Psalm 119;54, 105, 162, 147, 148)
Your statutes are the subject of my songs
In the house where I'm a stranger and a pilgrim
Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path
I rejoice at Your Word as one who finds great treasure.
I rise before the dawning of the morning and call Your Name,
And I hope in Your holy Word,
My eyes are open through the night watches
That I may meditate on Your precious Word.
By Hripsime Mkrtchyan
Translated from Armenian
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