Psalm XV. Common Metre. The Citizen of Zion

Lord who's the happy man that may To thy blest courts repair? And whilst he bows before thy throne Shall find acceptance there?

'Tis he, whose truly honest heart By rules of virtue moves; Whose generous tongue disdains to speak The thing his heart disproves.

Who never will a slander forge His neighbour's fame to wound, Nor hearken to a false report By malice whisper'd round,

Who vice, when drest in pomp and power, Can treat with just neglect; And piety, tho' cloath'd in rags Religiously respect.

Who to his plighted vows and trust Has ever firmly stood; And tho' he promise to his loss, He makes his promise good.

Who seeks not in oppressive ways His treasure to employ; Whom no rewards can ever bribe The guiltless to destroy,

The man, who by this steady course Has happiness insur'd, When Earth's foundations shake, shall stand, By Providence secur'd.