Sacred Poems and Hymns ‎#77

77. Lord, let my prayer like incense rise

Lord, let my prayer like incense rise,
And when I lift my hands to Thee,
As on the evening sacrifice
Look down from heaven well-pleased on me.

Set Thou a watch to keep my tongue,
Let not my heart to sin incline;
Save me from men who practise wrong,
Let me not share their mirth and wine.

But let the righteous, when I stray,
Smite me in love,--his strokes are kind;
His mild reproofs, like oil, allay
The wounds they make, and heal the mind.

Mine eyes are unto Thee, my God!
Behold me humbled in the dust;
I kiss the hand that wields the rod,
I own thy chastisements are just.

But O! redeem me from the snares
With which the world surrounds my feet,
Its riches, vanities, and cares,
Its love, its hatred, its deceit.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, let my prayer like incense rise
• Title: Lord, let my prayer like incense rise
• Author: James Montgomery
• Meter: 8.8.8.8
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1854
• Scripture:
  Psalm 41
• Topic: Prayer: acceptance and guidance in

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