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The Psalms of David · 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 wand'ring way! Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

When I behold them pressed with grief, I'll cry to heav'n for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love.