1 I'll wash my hands in innocence,
And bring a heart so pure,
That, when God's altar I approach,
My welcome shall secure.

2 My thanks I'll publish there, and tell
How his renown excels;
That seat affords me most delight,
In which thy honour dwells.

3 Pass not on me the sinners' doom,
Who murder make their trade;
Who others' rights, by secret bribes,
Or open force invade.

4 But I will walk in paths of truth,
And innocence pursue;
Protect me, therefore, and to me
Thy mercies, Lord, renew.

12 In spite of all assaulting Foes,
I still maintain my Ground;
And shall survive amongst thy Saints,
thy Praises to resound.