With sinners gather not my soul, and such as blood would spill:
Thou, Lord, wilt sure the wicked slay: hence from me bloody men.
But thou, O Lord my God, those men in justice shalt o'erthrow, And in destruction's dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low: The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: But upon thee with confidence I will depend always.
O God, of my salvation God, me from blood-guiltiness Set free; then shall my tongue aloud sing of thy righteousness.