[verse 1] Blessed is the man Who does not walk In wicked plans Or mocking talk. He doesn’t stand Where sinners meet, Or take his place In the scorner’s seat. [verse 2] Jehovah’s law— His deep delight. He speaks it day, He dreams it night. It makes him wise, It makes him whole— A steady flame, A rooted soul. [chorus] He is a tree Beside the stream. His fruit is sure, His leaves stay green. He doesn’t fail. He doesn’t fall. All he begins— Jehovah makes tall. [verse 3] The wicked? No. They’re swept away— Like weightless chaff On a windblown day. They will not rise When judgment comes. They’ll have no place Among the sons. [bridge] Jehovah knows The righteous way. He guards the path Where the faithful stay. But crooked roads Will break and die— Like trails that split When the waters rise. [chorus] He is a tree Beside the stream. His fruit is sure, His leaves stay green. He doesn’t fail. He doesn’t fall. All he begins— Jehovah makes tall. [outro] Blessed is the man... Blessed is the man... Like a tree by the flood that will never run dry.
