1 With hearts and hands washed clean
I'll sing your praise, O Lord
a song of mercy, yet a song
of judgement and the sword:

2 For wickedness must pass
like smoke, and drift away;
deceit and pride shall be cast down
like idols made of clay.

3 Walk with me in God's house,
all you of upright heart:
for those who keep his company
no force can tear apart.

After Psalm 101, David Mowbray (born 1938)
© David Mowbray/Jubilate Hymns
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