The saint happy, the sinner miserable.

The man is ever blessed

Who shuns the sinners' ways,

Among their counsels 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.