How Blest the Man Who Thoughtfully

How blest the man who thought­ful­ly

The poor and weak be­friends;

Deliverance in the ev­il day

To him Je­ho­vah sends.

The Lord will keep him

guard his life

On earth he shall be blest;

The Lord will not sur­ren­der him

By foes to be dis­tressed.

Upon the bed of suf­fer­ing

Jehovah will sus­tain

And in his sick­ness God will soothe

The wea­ri­ness and pain.

O Lord

to Thee my cry as­cends

Let me Thy mer­cy see;

Heal Thou my soul

for I have sinned

I have of­fend­ed Thee.

My ene­mies against me speak

And they my life have scorned;

They wish my name to pass away

Unhonored and un­mourned.

My foe

de­ceit­ful

vis­its me

By seem­ing kind­ness led

His heart in­tent on ga­ther­ing

Some hurt­ful news to spread.

My foes

to­ge­ther whis­per­ing

Their ev­il plans dev­ise;

Disease

they say

cleaves fast to him

Laid low

he shall not rise.

Yea

he who was my chos­en friend

In whom I put my trust

Who ate my bread

now turns in wrath

To crush me in the dust.

Do Thou

Je­ho­vah

show me grace

And raise me up again

That I with jus­tice may re­quite

These base and wick­ed men.

By this I know as­sur­ed­ly

That I am loved by Thee

Because my foe does not ex­ult

In tri­umph over me.

And as for me

in up­right­ness

Thou dost up­hold me well

And set­test me be­fore Thy face

Forevermore to dwell.

Blest be Je­ho­vah

Is­ra­el’s God

Forevermore. Amen.

Let age to age eter­nal­ly

Repeat His praise. Amen.