Of jus­tice and of grace I sing,
And pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and jus­tice, heav’n­ly King,
Teach me to rule my house.

Now to my tent, O God, re­pair,
And make thy ser­vant wise;
I’ll suf­fer no­thing near me there
That shall of­fend Thine eyes.

The man that doth his neigh­bor wrong
By false­hood or by force,
The scorn­ful eye, the slan­der­ous tongue,
I’ll thrust them from my doors.

I’ll seek the faith­ful and the just,
And will their help en­joy;
These are the friends that I shall trust,
The serv­ants I’ll em­ploy.

The wretch that deals in sly de­ceit
I’ll not en­dure a night;
The li­ar’s tongue I ev­er hate,
And ban­ish from my sight.

I’ll purge my fa­mi­ly around
And make the wick­ed flee,
So shall my house be ev­er found
A dwell­ing fit for Thee.