Who shall ascend
Thy heav�nly
place,
Great God, and
dwell before Thy
face?
The man that
minds religion
now,
And humbly walks
with God below.
Whose hands are
pure, whose
heart is clean,
Whose lips still
speak the thing
they mean;
No slanders
dwell upon his
tongue;
He hates to do
his neighbor
wrong.
Scarce will
he trust an ill
report,
Nor vents it to
his neighbor�s
hurt:
Sinners of state
he can despise,
But saints are
honored in his
eyes.
Firm to his
word he ever
stood,
And always makes
his promise
good;
Nor dares to
change the thing
he swears,
Whatever pain or
loss he bears.
He never
deals in bribing
gold,
And mourns that
justice should
be sold;
While others
gripe and grind
the poor,
Sweet charity
attends his
door.
He loves his
enemies, and
prays
For those that
curse him to his
face
And doth to all
men still the
same
That he would
hope or wish
from them.
Yet, when his
holiest works
are done,
His soul depends
on grace alone:
This is the man
Thy face shall
see,
And dwell for
ever, Lord, with
Thee.