I lift my hands, a sacrifice
My prayer, as incense sweet
Please hear me when I cry to You
Make haste my needs to meet.

Please guard my tongue, watch o’er my lips
From evil keep my heart
Let me not eat sin’s tempting fruit
But from their ways depart.

When with the rod the righteous strike
‘Tis kindness to my soul
I’ll not refuse their stern rebuke
For it can make me whole.

But ‘gainst the wicked I will pray
‘Till o’er the cliff they’re cast
My fitting words they’ll know were true
Their bones at Sheol amassed.

I look to You for help, O Lord
My refuge from the foe
Don’t let me fall in traps they set
Let them be caught there, though.

© J Dan Small