Classic Poem

Happy is he, who fears the Lord,
And follows his commands;
Who lends the poor without reward,
Or gives with lib'ral hands.

As pity dwells within his breast
To all the sons of need;
So God shall answer his request,
With blessings on his seed.

No evil tidings shall surprise
His well-establish'd mind;
His soul to God, his refuge, flies,
And leaves his fears behind.

In times of wide and sore distress,
Some beams of light shall shine,
To show the world his righteousness,
And give him peace divine.

His works of pity, truth, and love,
Remain before the Lord;
Honor on earth, and joys above,
Shall be his sure reward.