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 neighbor's fame to wound;

Nor hearken to a false report,

by malice whispered round.

4 Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r,

can treat with just neglect;

And piety, thought clothed 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;

Who no rewards can ever bribe

the guiltless to destroy.

7 The man, who by this steady course

has happiness insured,

When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand,

by Providence secured.