Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)

Psalm 1 (The man is ever bless'd)

The man is ever bless'd
      Who shuns the sinners' ways,
Among their councils never stands,
      Nor takes the scorner's place;

But makes the law of God
      His study and delight,
Amidst the labours of the day,
      And watches of the night.

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.

Not so the ungoodly race,
      They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff
      Before the driving wind.

How will they bear to stand
      Before that judgement-seat,
When all the saints, at Christ's right hand,
      In full assembly meet.

He knows, and he approves,
      The way the righteous go;
But sinners and their works shall meet
      A dreadful overthrow.

1. Hymn 115
2. Psalm 133 (Blest are the sons of peace)
3. Psalm 11 (My refuge is the God of love)
4. Hymn 31 (Why should we start, and fear to die)
5. Hymn 68 (Father, I long, I faint to see)

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