Lord, who gets to stay inside Your tent? Who gets to live on Your holy hill? The one whose walking is straight, Whose dealing is fair, Who tells the truth Where only he can hear it. Who carries no rumour on his tongue, Who does his neighbour no damage, Who will not pick up an insult Against the man beside him. Who thinks nothing of the worthless And gives weight to those who fear the Lord. Who keeps a promise that costs him And still will not take it back. Who will not put out money to bleed a brother, Nor be paid to stand against the innocent. Lord, who gets to stay inside Your tent? Whoever lives this way Will not be shaken loose. Will not be shaken loose.