Search me, O God,” my soul in quiet cries,
“Know every thought, each wicked way reveal,
Lest I, in pride, cast stones with blinded eyes,
And miss the grace my heart must first appeal.”
When tempted sore to judge my brother’s sin,
Or heap on burdens none can bear alone,
I turn within, where frail desires begin,
And seek His love to cleanse what I’ve outgrown.
No righteousness of mine can claim the day,
For all my worth in Christ’s own blood is found,
A pauper’s state, yet raised by mercy’s sway,
In Him alone my victory is crowned.
So let me love, esteem my kin above,
And live the truth of His redeeming love.
“Know every thought, each wicked way reveal,
Lest I, in pride, cast stones with blinded eyes,
And miss the grace my heart must first appeal.”
When tempted sore to judge my brother’s sin,
Or heap on burdens none can bear alone,
I turn within, where frail desires begin,
And seek His love to cleanse what I’ve outgrown.
No righteousness of mine can claim the day,
For all my worth in Christ’s own blood is found,
A pauper’s state, yet raised by mercy’s sway,
In Him alone my victory is crowned.
So let me love, esteem my kin above,
And live the truth of His redeeming love.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 