1 Thrice happy man who fears the Lord,
Loves his commands, and trusts his word;
Honor and peace his days attend,
And blessings to his seed descend.
2 Compassion dwells upon his mind;
To works of mercy still inclin'd:
He lends the poor some present aid,
Or gives them, not to be repaid.
3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread
That fill his neighbors round with dread,
His heart is arm'd against the fear,
For God with all his pow'r is there.
4 His soul well fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heav'nly courage from his word;
Amidst the darkness light shall rise,
To cheer his heart and bless his eyes.
5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad,
His works are still before his God:
His name on earth shall long remain,
While envious sinners fret in vain.
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First Line: | Thrice happy man who fears the Lord |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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