1 Mercy and judgment are my song; And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my songs and vows I bring.
2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word; Thy justice and thy heavenly grace Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wisdom all my actions guide, And let my God with me reside; No wicked thing shall dwell with me, Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4 No sons of slander, rage and strife Shall be companions of my life; The haughty look, the heart of pride Within my doors shall ne'er abide.
5 [I'll search the land, and raise the just To posts of honour, wealth and trust: The men that work thy holy will, Shall be my friends and favourites still.]
6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise By flattering or malicious lies; And while the innocent I guard, The bold offender shan't be spar'd.
7 The impious crew (that factious band) Shall hide their heads, or quit the land; And all that break the public rest, Where I have power shall be supprest.