Condemned in thought? Dear Lord, Thou know'st my
care
Lest in my inmost heart, to Thee laid bare,
Lurk aught that could not brook Thy vision fair.
Thou knowest all my life, nor dost accuse;
And shall I yield in bonds to those who choose,
Forgetting Thee, Thine own to sore abuse?
Condemned in word? Nay, Lord, while Thou art nigh,
And safely in Thy secret place I lie,
The clamor of the rabble passeth by;
And I am dumb, the while Thy voice is heard
Proclaiming through my lips Thy potent word;
Nor need I fear the depths of error stirred.
