Thrice Happy Man Who Fears the Lord

Thrice hap­py man who fears the Lord

Loves His com­mands

and trusts His Word;

Honor and peace his days at­tend

And bless­ings to his seed des­cend.

Compassion dwells up­on His mind

To works of mer­cy still inc­lined;

He lends the poor some pre­sent aid

Or gives them

not to be re­paid.

When times grow dark

and tid­ings spread

That fill his neigh­bors round with dread

His heart is armed against the fear

For God with all His pow­er is there.

His soul

well fixed up­on the Lord

Draws heav’nly cour­age from His Word;

Amidst the dark­ness light shall rise

To cheer his heart and bless his eyes.

He hath dis­persed his alms abroad;

His works are still be­fore His God;

His name on earth shall long re­main

While en­vi­ous sin­ners fret in vain.