1 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.

2 Now to my tent, O GPD, repair,
And make thy Servant wise;
I'll suffer Nothing near me there
That shall offend thine Eyes.

3 The Man that doth his Neighbour Wrong
By Falsehood or by Force,
The scornful Eye, the sland'rous Tongue
I'll thrust 'em from my Doors.

4 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.

5 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.

6 I'll purge my Family around,
And make the Wicked flee;
So shall my House be ever found
A Dwelling fit for Thee.