Your hands shaped and fashioned me
help my heart learn from Your decrees.
Ye ones who fear the Lord rejoice
because I’ve made His word my choice.
Yes, Lord, Your laws are just and right
Your discipline keeps me contrite.
You promised cov’nant loyalty
now may Your word my comfort be.
Your law, O Lord, is my delight
in mercy, come, that live I might.
Yê·ḇō·šū, shame on those who slander
but on Your precepts I will ponder.
Yet may all those who fear You see
that in Your statutes we agree.
Yielded and pure my heart would be
that from all shame I might be free.
© J Dan Small