1 That man is blest who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law: His seed on earth shall be renown'd; His house the seat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury, And with successive honours crown'd.
2 His liberal favours he extends, To some he gives, to others lends; A generous pity fills his mind: Yet what his charity impairs He saves by prudence in affairs, And thus he's just to all mankind.
3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd, His glory's future harvest sow'd; The sweet remembrance of the just, Like a green root, revives and bears A train of blessings for his heirs, When dying nature sleeps in dust.
4 Beset with threatening dangers round, Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground; His conscience holds his courage up: The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night, And sees in darkness beams of hope.