If Thou wouldst deal with me
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If Thou wouldst deal with me, How could my hands contend? If Thou resist with might, What heart could e’er withstand? Shall he who’s molded say: Why didst Thou thus make me? Though Jacob strive and wrest, Eventually he’ll see: |
| What depth of wisdom and knowledge, His ways untraceable! I rest myself in Thy wise hand, Most sov’reign and most faithful! |
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Lord, can no righteousness, Be found upon the earth? The tambourine and lyre, Have ceased to bring me mirth. Yet in Thy dwelling place, I saw the wicked’s end. Thy counsel guides me still, Thou leadest by Thy hand. |
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The broken, contrite heart, Is ne’er despised by Thee; My many wicked sins Have henceforth humbled me! The sinner’s vile offense, To God’s forgiveness wed, Brings forth the builded work; To Zion thus I’m led. |
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Nairobi - Makueni - Makindu, Nairobi, Kenya
So touched by the song, the wrestle of the molded and the surrender and the ushering into Zion! I love the Lord!