Third PART

Surely the Men that wicked are, Thou wilt destroy, O God; Therefore, from my Society, Depart, ye Men of Blood. For their vile Tongues against Thee speak, And impiously proclaim; Thine Enemies, perfidious take In vain thy sacred Name. Are not those Men, that hate Thee, Lord, Most hateful in mine Eyes? Is not mine Heart ev'n broke to see, Against Thee, how they rise? Such Men, I utterly abhor, And number with my Foes. Search me, and know my Heart; and all, My secret Thoughts disclose. Discover ev'ry harbour'd Crime, That lurketh in my Breast; And lead me, all my future Days, The Way to endless Rest.