Search me, O God, and know my heart, try me, my thoughts unfold:
Examine me, and do me prove; try heart and reins, O God:
O Lord, thou hast me search'd and known.
God in his holy temple is, in heaven is his throne: His eyes do see, his eye-lids try
men's sons. The just he proves: But his soul hates the wicked man, and him that vi'lence loves.
Thou prov'dst mine heart, thou visit'dst me by night, thou didst me try, Yet nothing found'st; for that my mouth shall not sin, purpos'd I.