Scripture Verse

Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. Psalm 1:1


Alexander R. Reinagle (1799–1877)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. The way and end of the right­eous and the wick­ed.

Music: Be­ati Im­ma­cu­la­ti Al­ex­an­der R. Rein­agle, Psalm Tunes for the Voice and Pi­ano­for­te, cir­ca 1836 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Isaac Watts (1674–1748)


In the par­ish church of Fet­ter­cairn a cus­tom ex­ist­ed of the pre­cen­tor, on com­mun­ion Sab­baths, read­ing out each sin­gle line of the psalm be­fore it was sung by the con­gre­ga­tion. This prac­tice gave rise to a some­what un­luc­ky in­tro­duc­tion of a line from the first Psalm.

In most church­es in Scot­land, the com­mun­ion ta­bles are placed in the centre of the church. Af­ter ser­mon and pray­er, the seats round these ta­bles are oc­cu­pied by the com­mu­ni­cants, while a psalm is be­ing sung.

On one com­mun­ion Sun­day, the pre­cen­tor ob­served the no­ble fa­mi­ly of Eg­la­ntine ap­proach­ing the ta­bles, and like­ly to be kept out by those who pressed in be­fore them. Be­ing very zea­lous for their ac­com­mo­da­tion, he called out to an in­di­vi­du­al whom he con­sid­ered to be the prin­ci­pal ob­sta­cle in clear­ing the pas­sage, Come back Jock, and let in the no­ble family of Eg­lan­tine; and then, turn­ing to his psalm-book, he took up his du­ty, and went on to read the line,

Nor stand in the sin­ners’ way.

Long, p. 229


Blest is the man who shuns the place
Where sin­ners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wick­ed ways,
And hates the scoff­er’s seat.

But in the sta­tutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief de­light;
By day he reads or hears the Word,
And me­di­tates by night.

He, like a plant of ge­ne­rous kind,
By liv­ing wa­ters set,
Safe from the storms and blast­ing wind,
Enjoys a peace­ful state.

Green as the leaf, and ev­er fair,
Shall his pro­fess­ion shine;
While fruits of ho­li­ness ap­pear
Like clus­ters on the vine.

Not so the im­pi­ous and un­just;
What vain de­signs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff be­fore the storm.

Sinners in judg­ment shall not stand
Amongst the sons of grace,
When Christ the Judge at His right hand
Appoints His saints a place.

His eye be­holds the path they tread,
His heart ap­proves it well;
But crook­ed ways of sin­ners lead
Down to the gates of hell.