Blest Is the Man Who Makes the Word

Blest is the man who makes the word

Of God his con­stant guide;

There learns the path his Sav­ior trod

Nor turns his step aside

But shuns the broad and flow­ery way

Where vice and fol­ly love to stray.

He

like a tree whose spread­ing root

Refreshing wa­ters lave

Whose bend­ing boughs with gold­en fruit

In rich lu­xu­ri­ance wave

Shall firm­ly stand when storms in­vade—

No leaf shall fall

no blos­som fade.

And when

his life’s brief sum­mer o’er

He shares the ge­ne­ral doom

Though earth shall know his place no more

In Heav­en he still shall bloom;

And there

with end­less glo­ry crowned

In fruits of right­eous­ness abound.