The Man Is Ever Blest

The man is ev­er blest

Who shuns the sin­ners’ ways

Among their coun­cils 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.