Aug 14, 2011

Hymn (based on Palsm 139)

You searched me Lord, you know my all
You know when I sit down and when I rise
Your hand is there for me e’en when I fall
You hear my cries

Lord even from my mother’s womb
Your hand has been my constant guide
Christ raised me from my empty darkened tomb
From slave to bride

On me Your words do deeply weigh
Oh God how precious are Your thoughts to me
And here with You, Lord, waking shall I pray
On bended knee

Those who would mock and slander Thee
They are my foes; I will seek their demise
Those who would thirst for blood; do wickedly
Them I despise
Search me, Oh, God, and know my ways
To Christ and to the Word I’ll always cling
To always cry to You and seek Your praise
You are my King

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