Who Shall Inhabit in Thy Hill?

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.