I wandered not with the wicked's train,
I stood not in the sinners' path,
I sat not with the scoffers vain,
But in the Lord's law still had my path.
I meditated on His word by day
And in my heart, it still did dwell
Like a tree planted by the way,
That brings forth fruit in season well.
My leaves will never wither thus,
And all my ways with prosperity
The wicked, like the
chaff, will bust
But I shall stand in eternity
The Lord, He knows the righteous' ways
But the path of the wicked leads to decay
