1 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 He, like a plant of gen’rous kind,

By living waters set,

Safe from the storms and blasting wind,

Enjoys a peaceful state.
4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair,

Shall his profession shine;

While fruits of holiness appear

Like clusters on the vine.
5 Not so the impious and unjust;

What vain designs they form!

Their hopes are blown away like dust,

Or chaff before the storm.
6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand

Amongst the sons of grace,

When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand

Appoints His saints a place.
7 His eye beholds the path they tread;

His heart approves it well:

But crooked ways of sinners lead

Down to the gates of hell.

 Isaac Watts, 1719