Be Thou my Judge, O righteous Lord,Try Thou mine inmost heart;I walk with steadfast trust in Thee,Nor from Thy ways depart.
O search me, Lord, and prove me now;Thy mercy I adore;I choose Thy truth to be my guide,And sinful ways abhor.
My hands I wash in innocenceAnd seek Thine altar, Lord,That there I may with thankful voiceThy wondrous ways record.
The habitation of Thy houseIs ever my delight;The place where dwells Thy glory, Lord,Is lovely in my sight.
Let not the judgment fall on meFor evil men decreed,For cruel men and violent,Inspired by bribes and greed.
But I in mine integrityWill humbly walk with Thee;O my Redeemer and my Lord,Be merciful to me.
Redeemed by Thee, I stand secureIn peace and happiness;And in the Church, among Thy saints,Jehovah I will bless.
Judge me, O Lord, and prove my ways,And try my reins, and try my heart;My faith upon Thy promise stays,Nor from Thy law my feet depart.
I hate to walk, I hate to sit,With men of vanity and lies;The scoffer and the hypocriteAre the abhorrence of mine eyes.
Amongst the saints will I appearWith hands well washed in innocence;But when I stand before Thy bar,The blood of Christ is my defense.
I love Thy habitation, Lord,The temple where Thine honors dwell;There shall I hear Thine holy Word,And there Thy works of wonder tell.
Let not my soul be joined at lastWith men of treachery and blood,Since I my days on earth have passedAmong the saints, and near my God.
If there is abundance of joy in your heart,Made bright by the light from above,If Jesus has bidden your sorrows depart,Keep telling the story of love.
Keep telling, keep telling,Of Jesus and Heaven above;Keep telling to others you meet on the way,The wonderful story of love.
If you would win others for Jesus today,Bright stars for your crown up above,Keep joyfully telling to all on the way,The beautiful story of love.
Keep telling of Jesus, His cross and His grave,Keep telling of Heaven above;Keep telling—Christ risen and able to save,The powerful story of love.
We love the place, O God,Wherein Thine honor dwells;The joy of Thine abodeAll earthly joy excels.
It is the house of prayerWherein Thy servants meet;And Thou, O Lord, art thereThy chosen flock to greet.
We love the sacred font;For there the holy DoveTo pour is ever wontHis blessings from above.
We love Thine altar, Lord;Oh, what on earth so dear?For there, in faith adoredWe find Thy presence near.
We love the Word of life,The Word that tells of peace,Of comfort in the strife,And joys that never cease.
We love to sing belowFor mercies freely giv’n;But, oh, we long to knowThe triumph song of Heav’n.
Lord Jesus, give us graceOn earth to love Thee more,In Heav’n to see Thy face,And with Thy saints adore.