Who Shall Ascend Thy Heav’nly Place?

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.