Psalm 141

My God, accept my early vows,

Like morning incense in thine house,

And let my nightly worship rise

Sweet as the evening sacrifice.

Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,

From every rash and heedless word;

Nor let my feet incline to tread

The guilty path where sinners lead.

O may the righteous, when I stray,

Smite, and reprove my wandering way!

Their gentle words, like ointment shed,

Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

When I behold them prest with grief,

I'll cry to heaven for their relief;

And by my warm petitions prove

how much I prize their faithful love.