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1. Thrice blest the man who ne'er thinks fit To walk as
2. Whose pious soul directs his way By sacred
wicked men advise, To stand in sinner's
writ, his sweet delight, Through all the labors
way, nor sit With those who God and man despise.
of the day, And meditates thereon by night.

3. As planted trees by rivers' sides
Yield timely fruit a vast increase,
So in fresh verdure he abides
And God his handiwork will bless.

4. But those that spurn at sacred laws,
Shall no such favor with him find;
For God will blast them and their cause,
And whirl as chaff before the wind.

5. However in the Judgment Day
The wicked shall not stand the light;
Mix with the righteous shall not they,
Nor any formal hypocrite.

6. The Lord, who now with pleasure views,
Will then applaud the just man's way,
But who his name and word abuse
Shall feel his wrath and melt away.
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