The Psalms And Hymns Of Isaac Watts

S. M.

The saint happy, the sinner miserable.

The man is ever blessed

Who shuns the sinners' ways,

Among their counsels never stands,

Nor takes the scorner's place;

But makes the law of God

His study and delight,

Amidst the labors 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 th' ungodly 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 judgment-seat,

Where 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.