Classic Poem

Who shall in Thy tent abide?
On Thy holy hill reside?
He that's just and innocent,
Tells the truth of his intent,
Slanders none with venom'd tongue,
Fears to do his neighbour wrong,
Fosters not base infamies,
Vice beholds with scornful eyes,
Honours those who fear the Lord;
Keeps, though to his loss, his word;
Takes no bribes for wicked ends,
Nor to use his money lends:
Who by these directions guide
Their pure steps, shall never slide.