Words: Isaac Watts
1 The man is ever bless'd Who shuns the sinners' ways, Among their councils never stands, Nor takes the scorner's place; 2 But makes the law of God His study and delight, Amidst the labours of the day, And watches of the night. 3 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. 4 Not so the ungoodly race, They no such blessings find; Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. 5 How will they bear to stand Before that judgement-seat, When all the saints, at Christ's right hand, In full assembly meet. 6 He knows, and he approves, The way the righteous go; But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow.