If Thou wouldst deal with me

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!

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.

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.