How blest the man who fears the Lord
And great­ly loves God’s ho­ly will;
His child­ren share his great re­ward,
And bless­ings all their days shall fill.

Abounding wealth shall bless his home,
His right­eous­ness shall still endure,
To him shall light arise in gloom,
For he is mer­ci­ful and pure.

The man whose hand the weak be­friends
In judg­ment shall his cause main­tain;
A peace un­moved his life at­tends,
And long his me­mo­ry shall re­main.

Of ev­il tid­ings not af­raid,
His trust is in the Lord alone;
His heart is stead­fast, un­dis­mayed,
For he shall see his foes o’er­thrown.

With kind re­mem­brance of the poor,
For their dis­tress his gifts pro­vide;
His right­eous­ness shall thus en­dure,
His name in hon­or shall abide.

To shame the wick­ed shall be brought,
While right­eous men shall fa­vor gain;
Unrighteous hopes shall come to naught,
Its due re­ward shall sin ob­tain.