Of Justice and of Grace I Sing

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.