1 Of justice and of truth I sing,
And pay to God my vows:
With truth and justice, heav'nly King,
Teach me to rule my house.
2 Now to my tent, O God! be near,
And make thy servant wise;
And let me suffer nothing there,
That shall offend thy eyes.
3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong,
Or dares oppress the poor,
The scornful eye, the sland'rous tongue
Be distant from my door.
4 Still may I seek the good and just,
And will their help enjoy;
Such be the friends that I shall trust,
The servants I'll employ.
5 While sin in others I reprove,
Be ev'ry virtue mine;
And let the wisdom from above
Through all my conduct shine.
6 Who shall the most in love abound,
Our sole contention be:
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling dear to thee!
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First Line: | Of justice and of truth I sing |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Social Duties |
Notes: | Public Domain. |