1 Blest is the man, whose honest soul disdains
To tread the path where impious counsel reigns;
That in the way of sinners has not stood,
Nor fill'd the chair of the imperious proud.
2 But makes Jehovah's law his dear delight,
And meditates thereon by day, by night.
3 Like some fair tree, that near a riv'let grows,
And shades the waters with it's spreading boughs,
Boughs, that nor wither, nor delusive are,
But with their fruit reward the planter's care,
He'll flourish long--of heav'n itself the love,
And ev'ry solid joy and comfort prove/
4 Not so the wicked--like the chaff that flies,
And scatters far, when driving winds arise;
By the black whirlwind of their passions tost,
In guilt, and in it's direful woes they're lost.
5 When therefore at the last tremendous day
Comes forth th' almighty judge in dread array;
Struck with their crimes, his presence small they fly,
Nor join the righteous in their songs of joy.
6 For well our God the just man's way discerns,
That he the path to heav'n with rapture learns;
While impious men, who tread of sin the road,
For ever perish--such thy will, O God !