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Of mercy's never-failing spring,
and steadfast judgement I will sing;
And since they both to thee belong,
to thee, O Lord, address my song.
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.
No ill design will I pursue,
nor those my fav'rites make that do.
Who to reproof bears no regard,
him will I totally discard.
The private slanderer shall be
in public justice doomed by me.
From haughty looks I'll turn aside,
and mortify the heart of pride.
But honesty, called from her cell,
in splendor at my court shall dwell,
Who virtue's practice make their care,
shall have the first preferments there.
No politics shall recommend
his country's foe to be my friend:
None e'er shall to my favor rise
by flatt'ring or malicious lies.
All those who wicked courses take
an early sacrifice I'll make;
Cur off, destroy, till none remain
God's holy city to profane.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1696,1821
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 101;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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