How blest the man, how more the blest,
Whose heart no guilty thoughts employ!
God’s endless sunshine fills his breast,
And conscience whispers peace and joy.

Pure rectitude’s unerring way
His heav’n-conducted steps pursue;
While crowds in guilt and error stray,
Unstain’d his soul, and bright his view.

By God’s almighty arm sustain’d,
True virtue soon or late shall rise;
Enjoy her conquest, nobly gain’d,
And share the triumph of the skies.

But fools, to sacred wisdom blind,
Who vice’s tempting call obey,
A diff’rent fate shall quickly find,
To ev’ry storm an easy prey.