1. Hap- py the man who fear- eth God, Whose feet His ho- ly ways have trod; Thine own good hand shall nour- ish thee, And well and hap- py shalt thou be.

2. Thy wife shall, like a fruit- ful vine, Fill all thy house with clus- ters fine; Thy child- ren all be fresh and sound, Like ol- ive\- plants thy ta- ble round.

3. Lo! to the man these bless- ings cleave Who in God's ho- ly fear doth live; From him the an- cient curse hath fled By A- dam's race in- her- it- ed.

4. Out of Mount Zi- on God shall send, And crown with joy thy lat- ter end; That thou Je- ru- sa- lem mayst see, In fa- vor and pros- per- it- y.

5. He shall be with thee in thy ways, And give thee health and length of days Yea, thou shalt child- ren's child- ren see, And peace on Is- ra- el shall be.