Your Word is just. My sin condemned. I’m afflicted Until life’s end. My path is hard, But you are good. Your steadfast love Has always stood. But still I go And leave your path, Knowing I’ll see Your holy wrath. Instead you give Your hand of love. Tears of mercy Flow from above. And through the years When oft’ I stray, Your loving staff Shows me the way. Lord, help me now To finish well Then after life With you to dwell.
