Classic Poem

Of justice I and mercy sing,
Which, Lord, from Thee their Fountain spring,
The graces that adorn a king.

Grave wisdom shall my steps direct,
No vice my heart nor roof infect.
When wilt Thou visit Thine elect?

No pleasure shall mine eyes misguide:
WhOfrom the track of virtue slide,
Just hate shall from my soul divide.

Who mischief in their hearts contrive,
Delight in wrong, in factions strive,
I from my peaceful court will drive.

Who hath his friend with slander strook,
I will cut off; nor ever brook
A proud heart and a haughty look.

Mine eyes the faithful shall observe;
Those in My family shall serve,
Who never from pure virtue swerve.

But who are exercis'd in guile,
Whose tongues malicious lies defile,
I from my presence will exile.

And all the wicked in the land
Will cut off with a timely hand;
Nor shall they in God's city stand.