Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts

Who shall inhabit in thy hill,

O God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell

So near his throne of grace?

The man that walks in pious ways,

And works with righteous hands;

That trusts his Maker's promises,

And follows his commands.

He speaks the meaning of his heart,

Nor slanders with his tongue;

Will scarce believe an ill report,

Nor do his neighbor wrong.

The wealthy sinner he contemns,

Loves all that fear the Lord;

And though to his own hurt he swears,

Still he performs his word.

His hands disdain a golden bribe,

And never gripe the poor:

This man shall dwell with God on earth,

And find his heav'n secure.