Classic Poem

That man is truly bless'd who never strays
By false advice, nor walks in sinners' ways;
Nor sits infected with their scornful pride,
Who God contemn, and piety deride;
But wholly fixeth his sincere delight
On heav'nly laws; those studies day and night.
He shall be like a tree that spreads his root
By living streams, producing timely fruit.
His leaf shall never fall; the Lord shall bless
All his endeavours with desir'd success.
Men lost in sin, unlike rewards shall find,
Dispers'd like chaff before the furious wind;
Their guilt shall not that horrid day endure,
Nor they approach th' assemblies of the pure;
For God approves those ways the righteous tread,
But sinful paths to sure destruction lead.