1. Who climbs Your hill, O Lord of Hosts? Who rests beneath Your roof? Not golden tongues or pious boasts— But those who stand in truth: 2. Who flings no slander from his lips, Whose yes means simply yes, Who shuns the wicked's greasy grip— Loves neighbors without gloss. 3. Who swears an oath though it should burn, Though costs stack fierce and high, Who lends his gold without return— These dwell where angels sigh. 4. Unshaken as the ancient peaks, Their roots drink living streams— No bribe can stain, no rumor sticks Where God's own radiance gleams.
