Hymn CCXLIII. Common Metre. The Testimony of a Good Conscience

Though frightful snares beset me round, And threat'ning billows roll; Though scandal and reproach abound, To vex my weary soul.

A conscience pure can testify My heart to be sincere; Presumption and hypocrisy All hateful still appear.

My feet have kept the path divine, Though sinners did entice, Nor do I yet, from thence decline To tread the paths of vice.

God's word I treasure up and prize Beyond all earthly good; Compar'd with this I may despise My necessary food.

Censorious men who dwell at ease, May proudly on me tread; My Saviour whom I seek to please My righteous cause will plead.

His righteousness I shall behold, When light springs from above; And try'd I shall come forth as gold, To praise his wondrous love.