Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Of mercy's never-failing spring, and steadfast judgement I will sing; And since they both to thee belong, to thee, O Lord, address my song. 2 When, Lord, thou shalt with me reside, wise discipline my reign shall guide. With blameless life myself I'll make a pattern for my court to take. 3 No ill design will I pursue, nor those my fav'rites make that do. 4 Who to reproof bears no regard, him will I totally discard. 5 The private slanderer shall be in public justice doomed by me. From haughty looks I'll turn aside, and mortify the heart of pride. 6 But honesty, called from her cell, in splendor at my court shall dwell, Who virtue's practice make their care, shall have the first preferments there. 7 No politics shall recommend his country's foe to be my friend: None e'er shall to my favor rise by flatt'ring or malicious lies. 8 All those who wicked courses take an early sacrifice I'll make; Cur off, destroy, till none remain God's holy city to profane.