Confession: Psalm 15

Psalms 15 Lord, who shall abide in Thy tabernacle?

Lord, I would dwell with Thee, On Thy most holy hill:

Oh shed Thy grace abroad in me, To mould me to Thy will.

Thy gate of pearl stands wide, For those who walk upright; But those who basely turn aside Thou chasest from Thy sight.

Oh tame my tongue to peace, And tune my heart to love; From all reproaches may I cease, Made harmless as a dove.

The vile, though proudly great, No flatterer find in me;

I count Thy saints of poor estate Far nobler company.

Faithful, but meekly kind;

Gentle, yet boldly true;

I would possess the perfect mind Which in my Lord I view.

But, Lord, these graces all Thy Spirit's work must be; To Thee, through Jesu's blood I call Create them all in me.

Tune: "St. George."