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.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #285