1 The Words, that from my Lips proceed,
My Thoughts—(for Thou those Thoughts can'st read)
My God, my King, attentive weigh;
And hear, O hear me, when I pray!
With earliest Zeal, with wakeful Care,
To thee my Soul shall pour it's Pray'r.
2 For I, whose Hope thy Love supports—
(How great that Love!) will tread thy Courts;
My Knees in lowliest Rev'rence bend,
And tow'rds thy Shrine my Hands extend.
Do Thou, just God, my Path prepare,
And guard me from each hostile Snare.
3 May all, whose Trust on Thee is plac'd,
Peace and Delight perpetual taste:
Sav'd by thy Care, in Songs of JOy
Their ever-grateful Voice meploy:
And share the Gifts on those bestow'd,
Who love the Name of Thee, my God!
Source: Psalms and Hymns, selected for the use of the Parish-Church of Boston #109