Happy the Man Whose Cautious Feet

 

VERSE 1

Happy the man whose cautious feet

Shun the broad way that sinners go,

Who hates the place where atheists meet,

And fears to talk as scoffers do.

 

VERSE 2

He loves t’employ the morning light

Amongst the statutes of the Lord;

And spends the wakeful hours of night,

With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word.

 

VERSE 3

He, like a plant by gentle streams,

Shall flourish in immortal green;

And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams

On ev’ry work his hands begin.

 

VERSE 4

But sinners find their counsels cross’d:

As chaff before the tempest flies,

So shall their hopes be blown and lost,

When the last trumpet shakes the skies.

 

VERSE 5

In vain the rebel seeks to stand

In judgment with the pious race;

The dreadful Judge, with stern command,

Divides him to a diff’rent place.

 

VERSE 6

 “Straight is the way My saints have trod;

I bless’d the path, and drew it plain;

But you would choose the crooked road,

And down it leads to endless pain.”

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