Blest Is the Man

Blest is the man who trusts the Lord

Dwelling each day up­on His Word.

He does not fol­low wick­ed ad­vice

Nor side with mock­ers in his cries.

Gladly God’s laws he does ob­ey;

On them he thinks both night and day.

His con­fi­dence is in God’s way;

Blest is this man!

Blest is the man who trusts the Lord

Dwelling each day up­on His Word.

He’s like a tree be­side wa­ter streams;

Sending out roots

it’s al­ways green.

The sum­mer heat it does not fear;

Even in drought

no wor­ry here.

It bears much fruit year af­ter year;

Ever it thrives.

Blest is the man who trusts the Lord

Dwelling each day up­on His Word.

He pros­pers al­ways through all his days

For on God’s law his mind e’er stays.

God watch­es o’er all right­eous men

But all the wick­ed will not stand.

Their way will per­ish from the land

Like chaff in wind.

May I be one who trusts You

Lord

Dwelling each day up­on Your Word.

May I be like a tree by a stream

Bearing much fruit and al­ways green.

May I drink from Your Word each day

That I might stand firm

come what may.

May I e’er pros­per in Your way

And blest e’er be.