Psalm CXLI. Long Metre. Watchfulness and Brotherly reproof

Lord, when I call, make haste to hear, And to my voice incline thine ear; So shall my prayer like incense rise, My lifted hands like sacrifice.

O set upon my lips a guard, And let my tongue be doubly barr'd; Let not my heart to vice incline, Nor let my hand in mischief join.

If e'er from wisdom's path I stray, And walk in sin's delusive way; Let virtue's friend, severely kind, Reprove the errors of my mind.

Their faithful words like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but heal my head; And when I find them press'd with grief, I'll pray to heav'n for their relief.