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'roust disdains to speak
The thing his heart disproves.
3 Who never did a slander forge,
His neighbour's fame to wound;
Nor hearken to a false report,
by malice whisper'd round.
4 Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r,
can treat with just neglect;
And piety, tho' cloath'd in rags,
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 The man, who, by this steady course,
Has happiness insur'd,
When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand,
By Providence secur'd.
Source: A Selection of Psalms with occasional hymns (Charleston hymnal) #P.IV