Your hands within God's holy place lift up, and praise his name.
The voice hear of my humble pray'rs, when unto thee I cry; When to thine holy oracle I lift mine hands on high.
I in thy name will lift my hands, and bless thee while I live.
As incense let my prayer be directed in thine eyes; And the uplifting of my hands as th' ev 'ning sacrifice.
That I thy power may behold, and brightness of thy face, As I have seen thee heretofore within thy holy place.
Mine hands in innocence, O Lord, I'll wash and purify; So to thine holy altar go, and compass it will I:
Ev'n as with marrow and with fat my soul shall filled be; Then shall my mouth with joyful lips sing praises unto thee: