Blest is the man who shuns the place

Where sinners love to meet,

Who fears to tread their wicked ways,

And hates the scoffer’s seat:

2 But in the statutes of the Lord,

Has placed his chief delight;

By day he reads or hears the word,

And meditates by night.

3 Green as the leaf, and ever fair,

Shall his profession shine:

While fruits of holiness appear

Like clusters on the vine.

4 Not so the impious and unjust:

What vain designs they form!

Their hopes are blown away like dust,

Or chaff before the storm.

5 Sinners in judgment shall not stand

Among the sons of grace,

When Christ the judge at his right hand

Appoints his saints a place.

6 His eyes behold the path they tread,

His heart approves it well;

But crooked ways of sinners lead

Down to the gates of hell.