THE TRANSLATION OF THE IST PSALM, 



WHO never gave to wicked reed 



A yielding and attentive ear ; 

 Who never sinners paths did tread, 



Nor sat him down in scorner s chair ; 

 But maketh it his whole delight 



On law of God to meditate; 

 And therein spendeth day and night : 



That man is in a happy state. 



He shall be like the fruitful tree, 



Planted along a running spring, 

 Which, in due season, constantly 



A goodly yield of fruit doth bring : 

 Whose leaves continue always green, 



And are no prey to winter s pow r : 

 So shall that man not once be seen 



Surprised with an evil hour. 



With wicked men it is not so, 

 Their lot is of another kind : 



All as the chaff, which to and fro 

 Is toss d at mercy of the wind. 



And when he shall in judgment plead, 

 A casting sentence bide he must 



So shall he not lift up his head 

 J n ^assembly of the just. 



