Blest is he who loves God’s pre­cepts,
Who from sin re­strains his feet,
He who will not stand with sin­ners,
He who shuns the scorn­ers’ seat.

Blest is he who makes the sta­tutes
Of the Lord his chief de­light,
In God’s law, di­vine­ly per­fect,
Meditating day and night.

He is like a tree well plant­ed
By the flow­ing ri­ver’s side,
Ever green of leaf and fruit­ful:
Thus shall all his works abide.

Like the driv­en chaff the wick­ed
Shall be swept from off the land
With the just they shall not ga­ther,
Nor shall in the judg­ment stand.

Well the Lord will guard the right­eous,
For their way to Him is known;
But the way of ev­il­do­ers
Shall by Him be ov­er­thrown.