S. M. The saint happy, the sinner miserable. The man is ever blessed Who shuns the sinners' ways, Among their counsels never stands, Nor takes the scorner's place; But makes the law of God His study and delight, Amidst the labors of the day, And watches of the night. He like a tree shall thrive, With waters near the root; Fresh as the leaf his name shall live; His works are heav'nly fruit. Not so th' ungodly race, They no such blessings find; Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. How will they bear to stand Before that judgment-seat, Where all the saints at Christ's right hand In full assembly meet? He knows, and he approves, The way the righteous go; But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow. |