Classic Poem

WHILE in this world I dwell,
The paths of sin I'll fear:
And, pond'ring all my goings well,
Walk inoffensive here.

My ev'ry step I'll aim,
As warn'd by wisdom's zeal;
Lest e'er, O Lord, thy holy name
By me a wound should feel.

To me let no man owe
His hatred of thy ways.
From me let no man's sorrow flow,
The guilt of no man's days.

Nor will I rashly draw
Man's vengeance on my head,
By warmth untimely; when thy law
Under their feet they tread.

Thus blameless may I live,
Thus grace the faith I own;
Thus win ev'n infidels to give
Due honours to thy throne.