O may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite, and reprove my wand’ring way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

Psalm 141 Poetry
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O may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite, and reprove my wand’ring way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.
My Saviour, my almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?
Give your burdens to the Lord. He will carry them. He will not permit the godly to slip or fall.