1 Of mercy's never-failing spring,

and steadfast judgement I will sing;

And since they both to thee belong,

to thee, O Lord, address my song.

2 When, Lord, thou shalt with me reside,

wise discipline my reign shall guide.

With blameless life myself I'll make

a pattern for my court to take.

3 No ill design will I pursue,

nor those my fav'rites make that do.

4 Who to reproof bears no regard,

him will I totally discard.

5 The private slanderer shall be

in public justice doomed by me.

From haughty looks I'll turn aside,

and mortify the heart of pride.

6 But honesty, called from her cell,

in splendor at my court shall dwell,

Who virtue's practice make their care,

shall have the first preferments there.

7 No politics shall recommend

his country's foe to be my friend:

None e'er shall to my favor rise

by flatt'ring or malicious lies.

8 All those who wicked courses take

an early sacrifice I'll make;

Cur off, destroy, till none remain

God's holy city to profane.