And what am I, to know...

...and what am I, to know

Your promises, Your mercies, Your grace, Your love?
Suppose my heart is (as I can only too well believe)
hard, unfruitful, deep deceitful: is that beyond the power
of the fingers that made the heavens? 

O, majestic Lord, You care for me,
You have me in Your mind and heart.
 In that I rest. Amen.
... Timothy Dudley-Smith image