Thrice blest the man, who ne'er thinks fit

Verse 1

Thrice blest the man, who ne'er thinks fit To walk as wicked men advise; To stand in sinners way, nor sit With those who God, and man, despise.

Verse 2

Whose pious soul directs his way By sacred writ, his sweet delight, Through all the labors of the day; And meditates thereon by night.

Verse 3

As planted trees, by rivers sides, Yield timely fruit, a vast increase; So in fresh verdure he abides, And God his handy work will bless.

Verse 4

But those that spurn at sacred laws, Shall no such favor with him find; For God will blast them, and their cause, And whirl, as chaff, before the wind.

Verse 5

However, in the judgment day The wicked shall not stand the light; Mix with the righteous shall not they, Nor any formal hypocrite.

Verse 6

The Lord, who now with pleasure view, Will then applaud, the just man's way; But who his name and word abuse, Shall feel his wrath, and melt away.