Classic Poem

Lord ! who is he that shall abide
Within thy tabernacle here?
Who on thy holy hill reside?
— He that maintains a conscience clear.

He that in his uprightness walks,
Who from his heart the truth will tell;
Of others ne'er malignly talks,
Nor lets his tongue on slanders dwell: —

He who his neighbour never wrongs,
But, while the base ones are abhorr'd,
Pays the high honour that belongs
To those who fear and love the Lord: —

He that to his own hurt will swear,
Nor change his word, his covenant break;
Nor lend on usury to ensnare,
Nor bribes to slay the righteous take: —

He who doth these shall not be moved,
For God will surely him uphold,
And bring, when in the furnace tried,
Forth from the fire, refined like gold.