1 Why do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just Excels the sinner's gold.
2 The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne'er designs to pay; The saint is merciful and lends, Nor turns the poor away.
3 His alms with liberal heart he gives Amongst the sons of need; His memory to long ages lives, And blessed is his seed.
4 His lips abhor to talk profane, To slander or defraud; His ready tongue declares to men What he has learn'd of God.
5 The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide; Led by the Spirit and the word, His feet shall never slide.
6 When sinners fall, the righteous stand, Preserv'd from every snare; They shall possess the promis'd land, And dwell for ever there.