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.