Thou, O Lord, my Maker art

Thou, O Lord, my Maker art;
Mould and fashion Thy own clay;
Give me a wise and docile heart j
Teach Thy creature to obey.
Then the servants of my Lord
Me, with holy joy, shall see;
Me, who hang upon Thy word;
Me, who only trust in Thee.

Just and right are all Thy ways,
By affliction taught, I know;
Faithful to Thy word of grace,
Thou hast laid my spirit low.
Lord, I in Thy promise hope:
All Thy mercy I implore;
Let Thy mercy lift me up.
Lift me up to fall no more.

Visit me in tender love,
For Thy law is my delight;
Fain I all Thy life would prove.
Walk accepted in Thy sight.
Put my haughty foes to shame;
Men of hearts perverse are they;
But I ever fear Thy name,
Ever in Thy statutes stay.

Those that have Thy precepts known,
Those that fear and worship Thee,
Turn and gather into one.
Join them to Thyself and me.
Make my heart, like theirs, sincere.
That I may triumphant rise,
Bold before my Judge appear,
Claim my mansion in the skies.