The man is ever blessed Who shuns the sinners' ways, Among their counsels never stands, Nor takes the scorners' place. But makes the Law of God His study and delight Amid 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 the wicked race, They no such blessings find; Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff Before the driving wind. How will they bear to stand Before the 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 overflow.
