Lord, who's the happy man, that may

Verse 1

Lord, who's the happy man that may to thy blest courts repair, Not, stranger-like, to visit them, but to inhabit there?

Verse 2

'Tis he, whose ev'ry thought, and deed by rules of virtue moves; Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak the thing his heart disproves.

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Who never did a slander forge, his neighbour's fame to wound; Nor hearken to a false report, by malice whisper'd round.

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Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r, can treat with just neglect; And piety, though cloath'd in rags, religiously respect:

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Who to his plighted vows and trust has ever firmly stood; And though he promise to his loss, he makes his promise good:

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Whose soul in usury disdains his treasure to employ; Whom no rewards can ever bribe, the guiltless to destroy.

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The man, who, by this steady course, has happiness insur'd, When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand, By Providence secur'd.