Blest is the man, whose honest soul disdains

Verse 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.

Verse 2

But makes Jehovah's law his dear delight, And meditates thereon by day, by night.

Verse 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/

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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 !