LORD, make my conversation chaste,

LORD, make my conversation chaste, And all my understanding purge, Lest with the wicked throng I haste And down to hell my pathway urge.

They from the womb are all estranged, The serpent's poison fills each vein, They're not by wise persuasion changed, But like the adder deaf remain.

As lions' teeth the hunters break; As angry torrents soon are dry; So shall Thy bow swift vengeance take Upon the proud who truth defy.

As melts the snail with slimy trail; As thorns consume in rapid blaze; Before Thy wrath Thy foes shall fail, Thy whirlwinds shall their souls amaze.

O God, Thou judgest all the earth, Thy justice cheers my cleansed heart; Restrain my soul from sinners' mirth, Lest in their doom I hear a part. Charles H. Spurgeon,