The man is ev­er blest
Who shuns the sin­ners’ ways,
Among their coun­cils ne­ver stands,
Nor takes the scorn­er’s place;

But makes the law of God
His stu­dy and de­light,
Amidst the la­bors of the day,
And watch­es of the night.

He like a tree shall thrive,
With wa­ters near the root:
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav’n­ly fruit.

Not so th’un­god­ly race,
They no such bless­ings find;
Their hopes shall flee like emp­ty chaff
Before the driv­ing wind.

How will they bear to stand
Before that judg­ment seat,
Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand
In full as­sem­bly meet?

He knows, and He ap­proves
The way the right­eous go;
But sin­ners and their works shall meet
A dread­ful ov­er­throw.