1 My God, what inward grief I feel
When impious men transgress thy will!
I mourn to hear their lips profane
Take thy tremendous name in vain.
2 Does not my soul detest and hate
The sons of malice and deceit?
Those that oppose thy laws and thee,
I count them enemies to me.
3 Lord, search my soul, try ev'ry thought;
Tho' my own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise,
I beg the trial of thine eyes.
4 Doth secret mischief lurk within?
Do I indulge some unknown sin?
O turn my feet whene'er I stray,
And lead me in thy perfect way.
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First Line: | My God, what inward grief I feel |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. Part 3 |