Your judgments, are better than gold
Sweeter than, the honey comb
By them, your servant is warned
In keeping them, there is great reward
I come alive, in Your eyes
Revive me, according to your judgments
Sweeter than, the honey comb
By them, your servant is warned
In keeping them, there is great reward
I come alive, in Your eyes
Revive me, according to your judgments