Lord I have loved the habitation of your house
And the place where your glory rests
Try my mind oh Lord and examine my heart
For you are the God that tests
Do not gather my soul with sinners
Nor with Pharisees and scribes
Deliver me Lord from blood thirsty men
Whose right hands are full of bribes
For I will bless you in the congregation
And rejoice in your mercy and grace
I will come before your holy throne
And rejoice that I stand in this place
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