THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XXIV

This Globe of Earth, with all it's Stores, The greater, and the less; The World, and them that dwell therein, Iehovah doth possess. For, in surrounding Fluids, he It's sure Foundations laid; His pow'rful Word, it firm, unmov'd, On rowling Floods, hath staid. Who is the happy Man, that shall The Mount of God ascend? Who, standing in his holy Place, Before him shall attend? 'Tis he, whose Hands are clean from Wrong, Whose Heart is pure from Stains; Whose Soul's not rais'd to Vanity, And a false Oath disdains. This is the Man, whom thou, O Lord, Abundantly will bless: And God, his Saviour, will him crown With perfect Righteousness. This is the pious happy Race, Shall view thy bless'd Abode; Who now, with true Devotion, seek The Face of Iacob's God.