The steps of those whom He ap­proves
Are or­dered by the Lord;
And though they fall, held by His hand,
They yet shall be re­stored.

I have not seen, though since my youth
Full ma­ny years have fled,
The saint for­sak­en, nor be­held
His child­ren beg­ging bread.

The child­ren of the mer­ci­ful
Find bless­ings kept in store;
Depart from ev­il and do good,
And live for­ev­er­more.

Wait on the Lord and keep His way,
And then, by Him ap­proved,
Thy he­rit­age shall still re­main
When sin­ners are re­moved.

Mark well the per­fect, up­right man,
As still his years in­crease;
Behold his life, and thou shalt see
His jour­ney end in peace.