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Psalm 15.

[Lord: who shal in thy roial tent reside?]

Lord: who shal in thy roial tent reside?
Whom shal thy sacred mount his dweller claim?
The man whose feet in paths direct abide;
Whose lips at trueth, whose hands at iustice aim.
NO wronging tale his tong hath twynd; no deed
Of his hath neighbour harmd; yea slander vile
Gainst neighbour raiz'd, which itching ears dooth feed,
With stern rebuke his righteous ears exile.
THE godles wretch, from heăvenli coort reiected,
As foe, he shuns; as outcast base, despizeth:
The godli wight, by grace divine elected,
As frend, he loves; as precious, highly prizeth.
HIS woord as oath, his oath as sacred vow,
He firm observes; though harm he thence endure:
Usurious trade, the idles biting plow,
Ne gain nor ease can him to hold alure.
THE upright cause, sole obiect of his sight,
No bribe can hurt, no present needs to mend:
So hee the man, whom nought shal shake or fright;
Whom sacred place, and blisful ioys attend.