THE
HAPPY
SAINT
AND
Cursed
Sinner
.
PSALM
I.
I.
BLEST
is
the
Man
,
whose
cautious
Feet
Shun
the
broad
Path
which
Sinners
chuse
,
Who
hates
the
House
where
Atheists
meet
,
And
dreads
the
Words
that
Scoffers
use
.
II
.
He
loves
t'
employ
his
Morning
Light
Reading
the
Statutes
of
the
Lord
,
And
spends
the
wakeful
Hours
of
Night
With
Pleasure
pond'ring
o're
the
Word
.
III
.
He
like
a
Plant
by
gentle
Streams
Shall
Flourish
in
Immortal
Green
;
And
Heav'n
will
shine
with
Kindest
Beams
On
every
Work
his
Hands
begin
.
IV
.
But
Sinners
find
their
Counsels
cross'd
:
As
Chaff
before
the
Tempest
flies
,
So
shall
their
Hopes
be
blown
and
lost
When
the
last
Trumpet
shakes
the
Skies
.
V.
In
vain
the
Rebel
crouds
to
stand
In
Judgment
with
the
Pious
Race
;
The
dreadful
Judge
with
Stern
Command
Divides
him
to
a
different
Place
.
VI
.
"
Strait
is
the
Way
my
Saints
have
trod
,
"
I
blest
the
Path
and
drew
it
plain
:
"
But
you
would
chuse
the
crooked
Road
,
"
And
it
leads
down
t'
Eternal
Pain
.