Lord, who's the happy man, that may

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 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, though cloath'd 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;
Whom no rewards can ever bribe,
the guiltless to destroy.

7 The man, who, by this steady course,
has happiness insur'd,
When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand,
By Providence secur'd.

Source: The Whole Book of Psalms: in metre; with hymns suited to the feasts and fasts of the church, and other occasions of public worship #XV