Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Lord, who's the happy man that may to thy blest courts repair? Not, stranger-like, to visit them, but to inhabit there?
2 'Tis he, whose ev'ry thought and deed by rules of virtue moves; Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak the thing his heart disproves.
3 Who never did a slander forge his neighbor's fame to wound; Nor hearken to a false report, by malice whispered round.
4 Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r, can treat with just neglect; And piety, thought clothed in rags, religiously respect.
5 Who to his plighted vows and trust has ever firmly stood; And, though he promise to his loss, he makes his promise good.
6 Whose soul in usury disdains his treasure to employ; Who no rewards can ever bribe the guiltless to destroy.
7 The man, who by this steady course has happiness insured, When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand, by Providence secured.