Classic Poem

Thrice happy man! who fears the Lord,
Loves his command, and trusts his word;
Honor and peace his days attend,
And blessings on his seed descend.

Compassion dwells within his mind,
To works of mercy still inclin'd;
He lends the poor some present aid,
Or gives them not to be repaid.

His soul, well-fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heav'nly courage from his word;
Amid the darkness light shall rise,
To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.

He hath dispers'd his alms abroad,
His works are still before his God;
His name on earth shall long remain,
Nor shall his hope of heav'n be vain.