O Lord Who In Thy Sacred Tent

O Lord who in thy sacred tent
And holy hill shall dwell
Even he that both in heart and mind
Doth study to do well

In life upright, in dealing just
And he that from his heart
The truth doth speak, with singleness
All falsehood set apart

With tongue besides that hurts no man
By false and ill report
Nor friend nor neighbour harm will do
Wherever he resort

That hates the bad, and loves the good
And faith that never breaks
but keeps always, though to his loss
The word that once he speaks