1 Thrice happy Man, who fears the Lord,
Loves his Commands, and trusts his Word;
Honour and Peace his Days attend,
And Blessings to his Seed descend.
2 Compassion dwells upon his Mind,
To Works of Mercy still inclin'd;
He lends the Poor some present Aid,
Or gives them, not to be repaid.
3 When times grow dark, and Tidings spread
That fill his Neighbours round with Dread,
His Heart is arm'd against the Fear,
For GOD with all his Pow'r is there.
4 His Soul well fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heav'nly Courage from his Word;
Amidst the Darkness Light shall rise,
To chear his Heart and bless his Eyes.
5 He hath dispers'd his Alms abroad;
His Works are still before his God;
His Name on Earth shall long remain,
While envious Sinners fret in vain.
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First Line: | Thrice happy Man, who fears the Lord |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
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Topic: | Blessings: of a person; Charity: and justice; Charity: to the poor(2 more...) |