Psalm 26

Lord, judge my cause: thy piercing Eye
Beholds my Soules integritie.
How can I fall;
When I, and all
My hopes on thee relie?

Examine, try my reines and heart;
Thou, Mercies Source, my object art:
Nor from thy Truth
Have I in Youth,
Or will in Age depart.

Men sold to sinne offend my sight;
I hate the two-tongu'd Hypocrite:
Those who devise
Malicious lies,
And in their crimes delight.

But will, with hands immaculate,
And offerings, at thy Altar wait:
Thy Praise disperse
In gratefull verse;
Thy Noble Acts relate.

Thy House, in my esteeme, excels:
The Mansion where thy Glory dwels.
My life ô close
Not up with those,
Whose sinne thy Grace expels!

Who guiltlesse bloud with pleasure spill:
Subverting bribes their right-hands fill;
Bold in offence.
But Innocence
And Truth shall guard me still.

Redeeme; O with thy Grace sustaine!
My feet now stand upon the plaine.
Thy Justice I
Will magnifie,
With those who feare thy Name.