O Blest is he that will not walk,
Nor hearken unto men;
Ungodly souls with evil talk,
With such he’ll not sit down.
Both night and day the law of God,
Is this man’s chief delight;
He contemplates his Lord’s command,
Obeys with all his might.
He’s like a tree by the riverside,
Abounds in fruitfulness;
From age to age his leaf abides,
In all things prosperous.
Not so ungodly lawless men,
They’re tossed with every wind;
Like worthless chaff to sin they bend,
No place midst heav’ns kind.
But God the Lord He knows His own,
The way the righteous take;
But sinful men He will disown,
All who God’s path forsake.
(© James R. Hamilton, Written, Thursday, 13th, January, 2004)