(Sung to tune of 'My Hope is Built on Nothing Less')
How blest is he who does not walk
With wicked men in their designs
Or stand with sinners in their way
Or in the mocker’s seat recline.
But in the perfect law of God
He finds His best and chief delight
And meditates both day and night.
And He is like a healthy tree
That’s planted by refreshing streams
Which yields its fruit and never wilts
He prospers in his plans and dreams.
Not so the wicked, they are like
The chaff the wind blows far away;
When judgment comes they will not stay.
The Lord, He knows and oversees
The way of righteous, godly men.
But lo! the way of wicked ones –
Destruction is its only end.
How blest is he who does not walk
With wicked men in their designs
But to God’s perfect law resigns!
Arrangement by: David Ward
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