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.
2 He loves t' employ his morning light
Among the statutes of the Lord;
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
With pleasure pond'ring o'er the word.
3 He, like a plant by gentle streams
Shall flourish in immortal green:
And Heav'n will shine with kindest beams
On every work his hands begin.
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.
5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand
In judgment with the pious race;
The dreadful Judge with stern command
Divides him to a different place.
6 "Strait is the Way my saints have trod,
"I bless the path, and drew it plain;
"But you would choose the crooked road;
:And down it leads to endless pain."
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First Line: | Happy the man whose cautious feet |
Title: | The Difference between the Righteous and the Wicked |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |