Look not upon my neighbor’s faults,
But turn Your eye on me,
Compare me not with other’s deeds,
But with Your purity,
And judge me not by earthly laws,
But by the heavenly,
Else I would never change.
Oh, search my heart, O Lord, my God,
And show me what I am,
My very grievous self reveal;
All my distorted man,
My sins and failing all laid bare,
My straying from Your plan,
That knowing, I may change.
Lord, lead me in Your perfect way,
And make me ever pure.
Lord, heal the wounds which You reveal,
That You alone endure.
So I may better be Your word,
And show the world I’m Yours,
Since even I am changed.
The heavens are speaking aloud –
The wind, and the sky, and the cloud –
They’re shouting abroad the glory of God,
Proclaiming the works of His hands.
The languages of every land,
Have heard what creation demands;
Day utters words, and night yet concurs,
They shout in a patchwork of praise.
Each telling mankind of God’s ways:
His Majesty, beauty, and grace.
The galaxies hung, or wild-flowers sprung,
Or pitiful newborn’s first cry.
Oh, help me to never despise,
That voice when I hear it arise,
But let it renew my wonder of You,
And make me to join in its shout!
My enemies expect my death, destruction of my name,
Disseminating lies and scheming scandals for my shame.
They’re misers of iniquity and men who hoard their sin,
My faithful friend who ate my food turned foe-man in the end!
O, dearest Lord, but You and You alone deliver me,
Give grace and get me up at once again Your call I’ll seek.
By this I know You heard my hollering for help and aid:
If these malicious men may never marshall troops in might arrayed.
I know that You deserve my praise, since You were pleased with me,
For You positioned me that You might hear my prayers and pleas,
You hallowed me and cleansed me of abhorrent calumny,
The Lord be praised in every age, amen eternally!