Jehovah our Righteousness

My God, how perfect are Thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer.

When I would speak what Thou hast done To save me from my sin, I cannot make Thy mercies known, But self-applause creeps in.

Divine desire, that holy flame Thy grace creates in me; Alas! impatience is its name, When it returns to Thee.

This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts. How does it overflow, While self upon the surface floats, Still bubbling from below.

Let others in the gaudy dress Of fancied merit shine; The Lord shall be my righteousness, The Lord forever mine.