The man is ever bless'dWho shuns the sinners' ways,Among their councils never stands,Nor takes the scorner's place;But makes the law of GodHis 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 chaffBefore the driving wind.How will they bear to standBefore 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 meetA dreadful overthrow. Isaac Watts