Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #336 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
My God, what inward grief I feel
When impious men transgress thy will!
I mourn to hear their lips profane
Take thy tremendous name in vain.
Does not my soul detest and hate
The sons of malice and deceit?
Those that oppose thy laws and thee,
I count them enemies to me.
Lord, search my soul, try every thought;
Though my own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise,
I beg the trial of thine eyes.
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.
Topics: Evening psalm; Evidences of sincerity; Obedience sincere; Sincerity; Examination or evidences of grace; Grace its evidences, or self-examination; Self-examination or evidences of grace; Trial of our hearts; Daily Devotion; Midnight thoughts; God his wisdom in his works; Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc; All-seeing God; Appeal to God concerning our sincerity; God All-seeing; God heart-searching; Heart known to God; Infants; Man wonderful formation; Mercies innumerable; Nature of man Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English
My God, what inward grief I feel