That man is blest who
stands in awe
Of God, and loves His
sacred law:
His seed on earth shall
be renowned;
His house the seat of
wealth shall be,
An inexhausted treasury,
And with successive
honors crowned.
His
lib�ral favors he
extends,
To some he gives, to
others lends;
A gen�rous pity fills
his mind:
Yet what his charity
impairs,
He saves by prudence in
affairs
And thus he�s just to
all mankind.
His hands, while they
his alms bestow�d,
His glory�s future
harvest sow�d;
The sweet remembrance of
the just,
Like a green root,
revives and bears
A train of blessings for
his heirs,
When dying nature sleeps
in dust.
Beset with
threat�ning dangers
round,
Unmov�d shall he
maintain his ground;
His conscience holds his
courage up:
The soul that�s fill�d
with virtue�s light,
Shines brightest in
affliction�s night,
And sees in darkness
beams of hope.
Ill tidings never can
surprise
His heart that fix�d on
God relies,
Though waves and
tempests roar around:
Safe on the rock he
sits, and sees
The shipwreck of his
enemies,
And all their hope and
glory drown�d.
The wicked shall his
triumph see,
And gnash their teeth in
agony,
To find their
expectations cross�d;
They and their envy,
pride, and spite,
Sink down to everlasting
night,
And all their names in
darkness lost.
