|O LORD, accept my prayers, my vows,
Earnest and sweet in morning hours,
And let my nightly worship rise
Fragrant as evening sacrifice.
|2||Watch oíer my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word,
Nor let my heart incline to rove
Into the sins that worldlings love.
|3||O may the righteous, when I stray,
See and reprove my wandering way;
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall only heal and cheer my head.
|4||When I behold them pressed with grief,
Iíll cry to Heavín for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove,
How much I prize their faithful love.
|Isaac Watts, 1674-1748á|