hymn on Micah 7, and is titled IRON HUB after a congregation my dad pastored when I was in high school and college.
Had neither flaw nor end nor part:
Your will, Your being, and Your name
Are, from all ages, still the same.
Therefore Your Law is never far
From manifesting who You are.
As we hold You in holy awe,
So must we also fear Your Law.
What You ordain is true and just:
It grinds all other laws to dust.
Were it not steady, sure and good,
How had we known You as we should?
Your Law accuses and condemns
All that from man's rebellion stems.
The purest saint will even find
Another law within his mind.
Your ministers are therefore sent
To call all people to repent.
Your Law protects the present age
From sinful nature's rampant rage.
On wickedness You set a bound
Lest, when You come, no faith be found.
For even those who own no Lord
May balk to risk men's lawful sword.
Your Law dwells in the soul reborn,
Whom You from bonds of sin have torn.
It leads us gently on our course,
As bit and bridle lead a horse;
It shows what You would have us do
As we draw nearer unto You.
Therefore, dear Lord, let none despise
What was and is good in Your eyes.
And though our works do not suffice,
Remind us that Christ's sacrifice
Accomplishes what from the start
You purposed in Your loving heart.