Psalm 101

LOrd, I will sing of mercy sweet
And judgement, to thy praise:
And wisely guide my wary feet
In all thy perfect ways.
When wilt thou Lord
To me accord
Thy justice to impart:
At home will I,
Walk righteously
And with a perfect heart
I will no wicked thing abide,
Before mine eyes to be:
I hate their works that turn aside,
It shall not cleave to me,
The froward heart
From me shall part,
An• have no more access:
And I will no
Such persons know
As practise wickedness.
That man that sland'reth privily
I will cut off, be sure:
The stout in heart, whose looks are high,
I will not once indure.
I'l look out then
The faithfull men,
That dwell with me they may;
And then shall he
My servant be
That walks in perfect way.
I in my house will entertain
No guilefull man to dwell:
Nor in my sight shall he remain
That lies invents to tell.
I soon cut short
The wicked sort
And wickd works condem'
That so I may
Them take away
From Gods Jerusalem.