My God, the Steps of Pious Men

My God

the steps of pi­ous men

Are or­dered by Thy will;

Though they should fall

they rise again

Thy hand sup­ports them still.

The Lord de­lights to see their ways

Their vir­tue He ap­proves;

He’ll ne’er de­prive them of His grace

Nor leave the men He loves.

The heav’n­ly her­it­age is theirs

Their por­tion and their home;

He feeds them now

and makes them heirs

Of bless­ings long to come.

Wait on the Lord

ye sons of men

Nor fear when ty­rants frown;

Ye shall con­fess their pride was vain

When jus­tice casts them down.

The haugh­ty sin­ner have I seen

Nor fear­ing man

nor God

Like a tall bay-tree

fair and green

Spreading his arms abroad.

And lo! he van­ished from the ground

Destroyed by hands un­seen;

Nor root

nor branch

nor leaf was found

Where all that pride had been.

But mark the man of right­eous­ness

His se­ve­ral steps at­tend;

True plea­sure runs through all his ways

And peace­ful is his end.