Teach me your ways, O Lord, that I
Might walk a holy man, and please
In every step, to satisfy
Your will, offering the kingdom’s keys
That men to self might die;
I seek Your face — if man think ill,
So be it — Your Spirit on me spill.
The good news of Christ
Teach me your ways, O Lord, that I
Might walk a holy man, and please
In every step, to satisfy
Your will, offering the kingdom’s keys
That men to self might die;
I seek Your face — if man think ill,
So be it — Your Spirit on me spill.