1. Blest is the Man who shuns the Place
Where Sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked Ways,
And hates the Scoffer's Seat:
2. But in the Statutes of the Lord
Has plac'd his chief Delight;
By Day he reads or hears the Word,
And meditates by Night.
3. (He like a Plant of gen'rous kind,
By living Waters set,
Safe from the Storms and blasting Wind,
Enjoys a peaceful State.]
4. Great as the Leaf, and ever fair
Shall his Profession shine,
While Fruits of holiness appear
Like Clusters on the Vine.
5. Not so the Impious and Unjust;
What vain Designs they form1
Their Hopes are blow'n away like Dust,
Or Chaff before the Storm.
6 Sinners in Judgment shall not stand
Amongst the Sons of Grace,
When Christ the Judge at his right Hand,
Appoints his Saints a Place.
7. His Eye beholds the Path they tread;
His Heart aproves it well:
But crooked Ways of Sinners lead
Down to the Gates of Hell.
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