Blessed Is The Man That Never


Blessed is the man that never
Doth in godless counsel meet;
Nor in sinners’ way stands ever,
Nor sits in the scorner’s seat,
But on God’s all-perfect law
Meditates with holy awe;
Day and night he delves for treasure
In the Word–’tis all his pleasure.

As a tree that has been planted
By the flowing waters fair,
In its season e’er is granted
Fruits and foliage to bear;
So is he, the righteous, seen
Ever fruitful, ever green,
And his leaf shall wither never,
All he does shall prosper ever.

To the wicked ’tis not given
Such a happy lot to share;
As the chaff by wind is driven
So shall the ungodly fare;
They in judgment shall not stand,
Nor be in the righteous band:
These the Lord forsaketh never,
Those shall be cast off forever.

For the Lord His people knoweth,
His pure eyes behold their way,
And the blessing He bestoweth
Is their heritage for aye:
But the wicked ever tend
To their doom and to their end:
God will all the righteous cherish,
But the wicked ones shall perish.