When I Examine the Pale Grey
I examine the Pale Grey inside my quieted soul
I search a mystery still yet unseen, yet untold.
What is this fit that cometh over me?
Come down on me, Holy Spirit! Try my integrity.
I know not why, but ‘tis empty with my heart
Do you work within me, Lord? O! Cleanse every part!
Is my spirit foul, or is my spirit fair?
I gaze into Thine Law
To check my faults I search and stare
into the mirror of your Word.
The sting of death is sin, the gift of God is life
I will press on in Christ and His covenant
Sorrowful, but strong in strife.
The word of the Lord is true
from His mouth breathed and spoken.
Afflicted I may be, but my faith shall go unbroken.
For as He bled in agony
And took of my misery
Slain He lives, lifted to victory.
Only the crucified go righteous when risen.
And He must win the battle.
Soli Deo gloria,
- The Reader
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