1 My God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thy house,
And let my nightly worship rise
Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice.

2 Watch o’er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.

3 Oh may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wandering way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

4 When I behold them press'd with grief,
I’ll cry to heaven for their relief;
And, by my warm petitions, prove
How much I prize their faithful love.