Words: Isaac Watts
Also on this page, a Common Metre version.
"The magistrate's Psalm"
1 Mercy and judgment are my song; And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my songs and vows I bring.
2 If I am raised to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word; Thy justice and thy heav'nly grace Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wisdom all my actions guide, And let my God with me reside; No wicked thing shall dwell with me Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4 No sons of slander, rage, and strife Shall be companions of my life; The haughty look, the heart of pride, Within my doors shall ne'er abide.
5 I'll search the land, and raise the just to posts of honor, wealth, and trust. The men that work thy holy will Shall be my friends and fav'rites still.
6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise By flatt'ring or malicious lies; And while the innocent I guard, The bold offender sha'n't be spared.
7 The impious crew, that factious band, Shall hide their heads, or quite the land; And all that break the public rest, Where I have power, shall be suppressed.
"A Psalm for a master of a family."
1 Of justice and of grace I sing, And pay my God my vows; Thy grace and justice, Heav'nly King, Teach me to rule my house.
2 Now to my tent, O God, repair, And make thy servant wise; I'll suffer nothing near me there That shall offend thine eyes.
3 The man that doth his neighbor wrong By falsehood or by force, The scornful eye, the sland'rous tongue I'll thrust them from my doors.
4 I'll seek the faithful and the just, and will their help enjoy; These are the friends that I shall trust, the servants I'll employ.
5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit I'll not endure a night; The liar's tongue I ever hate, And banish from my sight.
6 I'll purge my family around, And make the wicked flee; So shall my house be ever found A dwelling fit for thee.