Who shall draw near your holy place,
Great God, and dwell before your face? -
the friends whose hands and heart are clean,
whose lips still speak the thing they mean.
They hate to do a neighbor wrong
and let no slander bend their tongue,
They never trust an ill report
nor vent it to their neighbor's hurt.
With honest speech that's understood
they always make their promise good.
They mourn that justice should be sold
and never deal in bribing gold.
When others mock or grind the poor,
their bounty keeps an open door.
They love their enemies, though still
their enemies be poised to kill.
And when their holiest works are done
they rest them on your power alone.
So they, at last, shall see your face
and flourish in your holy place.