Blest is the man who trusts the Lord,
Dwelling each day up­on His Word.
He does not fol­low wick­ed ad­vice,
Nor side with mock­ers in his cries.
Gladly God’s laws he does ob­ey;
On them he thinks both night and day.
His con­fi­dence is in God’s way;
Blest is this man!

Blest is the man who trusts the Lord,
Dwelling each day up­on His Word.
He’s like a tree be­side wa­ter streams;
Sending out roots, it’s al­ways green.
The sum­mer heat it does not fear;
Even in drought, no wor­ry here.
It bears much fruit year af­ter year;
Ever it thrives.

Blest is the man who trusts the Lord,
Dwelling each day up­on His Word.
He pros­pers al­ways through all his days,
For on God’s law his mind e’er stays.
God watch­es o’er all right­eous men,
But all the wick­ed will not stand.
Their way will per­ish from the land,
Like chaff in wind.

May I be one who trusts You, Lord,
Dwelling each day up­on Your Word.
May I be like a tree by a stream,
Bearing much fruit and al­ways green.
May I drink from Your Word each day,
That I might stand firm, come what may.
May I e’er pros­per in Your way,
And blest e’er be.