The earth is the stroke of the artist’s brush, O Lord is the artist, painting on a blank canvas. Full of goodness to highlight His glory, Thy handiwork shudders with praise for your name. Mercy flows down like a river, Teach me to seek your face. Thy statutes are my guide.
Thou art the author of mercy and truth, Good and righteous is your word. Do your wonderful works among your people, Good gifts which enrich the church. Teach me to make much of my Savior, Thy Spirit to guide my soul; Statutes of truth and mercy.
Thy eternal throne stands firm from year to year, Statutes have been seated there, forever secure. My songs, their melodies move with the mood of days, In your harmony they find their frequency. The house of my line is weak, small and of no influence, My pilgrimage, though brief, begins and ends at your dais.
My hands also, you fit to hold a pen, Will I lift up my verses in praise of the Son? Unto thy great name I spin the verbs, Commandments which delight me – power my fingers. I have loved the grand service of a scribe, And I pray for treasures new and old. I willContinue reading “Statutes #48”