1 Of justice and of grace I sing, And pay my God my vows; Thy grace and justice, heavenly King, Teach me to rule my house.
2 Now to my tent, O God, 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 slanderous tongue, I'll thrust them 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.