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
Amongst 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 crost;
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 blessed the Path, and drew it plain;
"But you would chuse the crooked Road;
"And down it leads to endless Pain."
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Happy the Man, whose cautious Feet |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Blessings: of a person; Charity: and justice; End of Righteous and Wicked(7 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |