John Mundy - Blessed art thou that fearest God - текст песни (слова)

Blessed art thou that fearest God,
 And walkest in his way:
 For of thy labour shalt thou eat,
 Happy art thou I say.
 Like fruitful vines on thy house-side,
 So doth thy wife spring out:
 Thy children stand like olive plants,
 Thy table round about.