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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Trevor Kasyoka

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!