1
Clear my name, God; I've kept an honest shop. I've thrown in my lot with you, God, and I'm not budging.
2
Examine me, God, from head to foot, order your battery of tests. Make sure I'm fit inside and out
3
So I never lose sight of your love, But keep in step with you, never missing a beat.
4
I don't hang out with tricksters, I don't pal around with thugs;
5
I hate that pack of gangsters, I don't deal with double-dealers.
6
I scrub my hands with purest soap, then join hands with the others in the great circle, dancing around your altar, God,
7
Singing God-songs at the top of my lungs, telling God-stories.