Исаак Уоттс (Isaac Watts)

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.