How blest is he who ne'er consents By ill advice to walk: Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits Where men profanely talk. But makes the perfect law of God His business and delight; Devoutly reads therein by day, And meditates by night. Like some fair tree which, fed by streams, With timely fruit does bend; He still shall flourish, and success All his designs attend. For God approves the just man's ways, To happiness they tend: But sinners, and the paths they tread, Shall both in ruin end.