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 up-on Thy prom-ise stays,
Nor from Thy law my feet de-part.
I hate to walk, I hate to sit
With men of van-i-ty and lies;
The scof-fer and the hyp-o-crite
Are the ab-hor-rence of mine eyes.
A-mongst Thy saints will I ap-pear,
With hands well-washed in in-no-cence;
But when I stand be-fore Thy bar,
The blood of Christ is my de-fense.
I love Thy hab-i-ta-tion, Lord,
The tem-ple where Thine hon-ors dwell;
There shall I hear Thine ho-ly Word,
And there Thy works of won-der tell.
My soul shall not be joined at last
With men of trea-cher-y and blood,
While I my days on earth have past
A-mong the saints, and near my God.