That man is blest who, fear­ing God
From sin re­strains his feet,
Who will not stand with wick­ed men,
Who shuns the scorn­ers’ seat.

Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law
His por­tion and de­light,
And me­di­tates up­on that law
With glad­ness day and night.

That man is nour­ished like a tree
Set by the ri­ver’s side;
Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure,
And thus his works abide.

The wick­ed like the driv­en chaff
Are swept from off the land;
They shall not ga­ther with the just,
Nor in the judg­ment stand.

The Lord will guard the right­eous well,
Their way to Him is known;
The way of sin­ners, far from God,
Shall sure­ly be o’er­thrown.