Psalm 1:2. S. M. [The Man Is Ever Blest] by Isaac Watts

The saint happy, the sinner miserable.

The man is ever blest
Who shuns the sinner’s ways,
Among their counsels never stands,
Nor takes the scorner’s place;

But makes the Law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labours 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 heavenly 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.

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