Judge Me, O Lord, and Prove My Ways

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.