A hymn based on the First Psalm
How blessed is he who will not walk,
Nor stand, nor sit to eat,
Save that he starts, persists and ends
With words to guide his feet.
By night God’s Law is his abode,
Safe from sin’s lie and snare.
In day’s relief he will not scorn
The grace that bore him there.
Through him God’s Word shall flow, and fill
Autumnal fruit of love;
Which falls, and from its bed there rise
The leaves of life above.
In stormy trials, gusts of doubt,
In judgment’s wind and flame,
When godless princes fall around,
His roots to truth lay claim.
Thus having stood, so may we walk
The Lord’s well-spoken ways,
Until we will, with all the saints,
On Christ’s own table gaze.
The Second Discourseman
The Four Discoursemen 