Lord, Thou hast seen my soul sin­cere,
Hast made Thy truth and love ap­pear;
Before mine eyes I set Thy laws,
And Thou hast owned my right­eous cause.

Since I have learned Thy ho­ly ways,
I’ve walked up­right be­fore Thy face;
Or if my feet did e’er de­part,
’Twas ne­ver with a wick­ed heart.

What sore temp­ta­tions broke my rest!
What wars and strug­glings in my breast!
But through Thy grace that reigns with­in,
I guard against my dar­ling sin.

That sin which close be­sets me still,
That works and strives against my will;
When shall Thy Spi­rit’s so­ve­reign pow­er
Destroy it, that it rise no more?

With an im­par­tial hand, the Lord
Deals out to mor­tals their re­ward:
The kind and faith­ful souls shall find
A God as faith­ful and as kind.

The just and pure shall ev­er say
Thou art more pure, more just than they;
And men that love re­venge shall know
God hath an arm of ven­geance, too.