Thy Handmade Works

English version. Learn from David's Psalm, nothing to compare with. All for God!

Indonesian version: Hati yang hancur

I come to Thy courts, oh Lord
Dwell in Your House is where I belong

It is written, for unloose Thy shoes, I am not worthy
Exceedingly, get to see it, is just too wonderful for me.

When I call unto Thee, O Lord, consider me, Our Lord
and I can't see the shine of Thy face
I remember my old times

From purity, I was born and I grew up in glory
Wisdom is on my right, while holiness is my left.
than those who fashioneth me, who else is like me, myself hummed

in the courtyard and the hills, I stood
on the road and the crowd, I smiled
in Thy House, my voice is heard

Lord, are You blind so Thy can be played?
God, are You dumb so can be tricked?

loneliness has expressed my whispering roar
distress has oppressed me
blindness covers me and lust wraps me

You are my Lord, my God, and my King
and I am Thy peculiar treasure

I am Your portion,
and Your way, that is what delights my soul.

When I stop, You pull me by Thy rod
When I lost, You drag me with Thy staff

Thy Mercy as sharp as the sword of commander of David's
yet Thy Love as tender as presents for empress of Solomon.

Lord, oh our Lord..

Wisdom is on my right, while holiness is my left.
both faded and perished, along with whisper in the distress of time

Sharpness of Thy mercy, Tenderness of Thy Love, in Thy arms
that is what strengthens me, in my gnashing and weeping

A broken and contrite heart and soul is what You longing for
to be the beginning of Thy handmade works

When I call unto Thee, O Lord, consider me, Our Lord
I will see Thy face shining upon me.


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