Who shall ascend thy heavenly place

Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place,

Great God, and dwell before thy face?

The man who loves religion now,

And humbly walk with God below;

Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean,

Whose lips shall speak the things they mean.

No slanders dwell upon his tongue;

He hates to do a neighbor wrong.

He will not trust an ill report,

Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt;

Sinners of state he can despise,

But saints are honour'd in his eyes.

Firm to his word he ever stood,

And always makes his promise good:

Nor will he change the thing he swears,

Whatever pain or loss he bears.

He never deals in bribing gold,

And mourns that justice should be sold.

If others vex and grind the poor,

Sweet charity attends his door.

He loves his enemies, and prays

For those that curse him to his face;

And doth to all men still the same,

That he could hope or wish from them.

Yet, when his holiest works are done,

His soul depends on grace alone.

This is the man thy face shall see,

And dwell for ever, Lord! with thee.