Of mercy's never failing spring

Verse 1

Of Mercy's never-failing Spring, And stedfast Judgment I will sing; And since they both to Thee belong, To Thee, O Lord, address my Song.

Verse 2

When, Lord, Thou shalt with me reside, Wise Discipline my Reign shall guide; With blameless Life myself I'll make A Pattern for my Court to take.

Verse 3

No ill Design will I pursue, Nor those my Fv'rites make that do.

Verse 4

Who to Reproof has no Regard, Him will I totally discard.

Verse 5

The private Slanderer shall be In publick Justice doom'd by me: From haughty Looks I'll turn aside, And mortify the Heart of Pride.

Verse 6

But Honesty, call'd from her Cell, In Splendor at my Court shall dwell: Who Virtue's Practice make their Care, Shall have the first Preferments there.

Verse 7

No Politicks shall recommend His Countries Foe to be my Friend: None e'er shall to my Favour rise By flatt'ring or malicious Lies.

Verse 8

All those who wicked Courses take, An early Sacrifice I'll make; cut off, destroy, 'till none remain God's holy City to prophane.