1 A little that the righteous hold
Is better far than wealth untold
Of many wicked men;
Destroyed shall be their arm of pride,
But they who in the lord confide
Shall be upholden then.
2 He knows the days the perfect live,
To them a heritage will give
Which ever shall abide;
In evil times no shame they know,
And in the days of famine's woe
They shall be satisfied.
3 Although the wicked prospered seem,
At last they vanish like a dream
And perish in a day;
Jehovah's foes shall soon appear
Like fields once fair, now brown and sear;
Like smoke they fade away.
4 They borrow oft and pay not back,
But righteous men do nothing lack,
And give with gracious hand;
Those cursed by Him shall be destroyed,
But such as have His grace enjoyed,
They shall possess the land.