Happy is he that fears the Lord,
And follows His com­mands;
Who lends the poor with­out reward,
Or gives with li­ber­al hands.

As pi­ty dwells with­in his breast
To all the sons of need;
So God shall an­swer his re­quest
With bless­ings on his seed.

No ev­il tid­ings shall sur­prise
His well-estab­lished mind;
His soul to God his re­fuge flies,
And leaves his fears be­hind.

In times of ge­ne­ral dis­tress
Some beams of light shall shine,
To show the world his right­eous­ness,
And give him peace di­vine.

His works of pi­ety and love
Remain be­fore the Lord;
Honor on earth and joys above
Shall be his sure re­ward.