291. Let sorrow, Lord, my bosom fill

1 Let sorrow, Lord, my bosom fill,
When impious men transgress thy will;
Teach me to mourn, when lips profane
Take thy tremendous name in vain.

2 With indignation may I treat
The works of malice and deceit;
And ever from their friendship flee,
Who dare to scorn thy laws and thee.

3 Doth secret mischief lurk within?
Do I indulge some unknown sin?
O turn my feet whene'er I stray,
And lead me in thy perfect way.

Text Information
First Line: Let sorrow, Lord, my bosom fill
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1814
Topic: The Christian Character and Life, In General
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