How blest is he who ne’er consents
By ill advice to walk;
Nor stands in sinners’ ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk;
But makes the perfect law of God
His business and delight:
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.
Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
With timely fruit does bend,
He still shall flourish, and success
All his designs attend.
For God approves the just man’s ways,
To happiness they tend;
But sinners, and the paths they tread,
Shall both in ruin end.