Lord, in Thy Sight, O Let My Prayer

Lord

in Thy sight

O let my pray­er

Like morn­ing in­cense rise;

My lift­ed hands ac­cept­ed be

An ev­en­ing sac­ri­fice.

From has­ty lang­uage curb my tongue

And let a con­stant guard

Still keep the por­tal of my lips

With wa­ry si­lence barred.

From wick­ed men’s de­signs and deeds

My heart and hands re­strain;

Nor let me share their ev­il works

Or their un­right­eous gain.

Let up­right men re­prove my faults

And I shall think them kind;

Like heal­ing oil up­on my head

I their re­proof shall find.