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 hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. Amongst the saints will I appear
With 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 last
With men of treachery and blood,
Since I my days on earth have passed
Among the saints, and near my God. |
