Poem based on Psalm 101 by Isaac Watts
The magistrate’s Psalm
Mercy and judgment are my song;
And since they both to thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my songs and vows I bring.
If I am raised to bear the sword,
I’ll take my counsels from thy word;
Thy justice and thy heav’nly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
Let wisdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me reside;
No wicked thing shall dwell with me
Which may provoke thy jealousy.
No sons of slander, rage, and strife
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride,
Within my doors shall ne’er abide.
[I’ll search the land, and raise the just
To posts of honor, wealth, and trust;
The men that work thy holy will
Shall be my friends and fav’rites still.]
In vain shall sinners hope to rise
By flatt’ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender sha’n’t be spared.
The impious crew, that factious band,
Shall hide their heads or quit the land;
And all that break the public rest,
Where I have power, shall be suppressed.