Happy Is He That Fears the Lord

Happy is he that fears the Lord

And fol­lows His com­mands;

Who lends the poor with­out re­ward

Or gives with li­ber­al hands.

As pi­ty dwells with­in his breast

To all the sons of need;

So God shall an­swer his re­quest

With bless­ings on his seed.

No ev­il tid­ings shall sur­prise

His well-estab­lished mind;

His soul to God his re­fuge flies

And leaves his fears be­hind.

In times of ge­ne­ral dis­tress

Some beams of light shall shine

To show the world his right­eous­ness

And give him peace di­vine.

His works of pi­ety and love

Remain be­fore the Lord;

Honor on earth and joys ab­ove

Shall be his sure re­ward.