1. Lord, in Thy sight, O let my prayer Like morning incense rise; My lifted hands accepted be An evening sacrifice.
2. From hasty language curb my tongue, And let a constant guard Still keep the portal of my lips With wary silence barred.
3. From wicked men’s designs and deeds My heart and hands restrain; Nor let me share their evil works, Or their unrighteous gain.
4. Let upright men reprove my faults, And I shall think them kind; Like healing oil upon my head I their reproof shall find.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #3920