1 How blest is he, who ne'er consents By ill advice to walk; Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits Where men profanely talk: 2 But makes the perfect law of God His business and delight; Devoutly reads therein by day, And meditates by night. 3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams, With timely fruit does bend, He still shall flourish, and success All his designs attend. 4 Ungodly men, and their attempts, No lasting root shall find; Untimely blasted, and dispersed Like chaff before the wind. 410. C. M. Exeter Coll. The Influence of Habitual Piety. 1 Blest is the man who fears the Lord! His well established mind, In every varying scene of life, Shall true composure find. 2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea The heavenly footsteps lie; But on a glorious world beyond His faith can fix its eye. 3 Though dark his present prospects be, And sorrows round him dwell, Yet hope can whisper to his soul, That all shall issue well. 4 Full in the presence of his God, Through every scene he goes; And, fearing him, no other fear His steadfast bosom knows. 411. C. M. Proud. The Happiness of a Christian. 1 When true religion gains a place, And lives within the mind, The sensual life subdued by grace, And all the soul refined: 2 The desert blooms in living green, Where thorns and briers grew; The barren waste is fruitful seen, And all the prospect new. 3 O happy Christian, richly blessed! What floods of pleasure roll! By God and man he stands confessed, In dignity of soul. 4 Substantial, pure, his every joy: His Maker is his friend; The noblest business his employ, And happiness his end. 412. 7s. & 8s. M. Bowring. "He that walketh uprightly, walketh surely." 1 He who walks in virtue's way, Firm and fearless, walketh surely; Diligent, while yet 'tis day, On he speeds, and speeds securely. 2 Flowers of peace beneath him grow, Suns of pleasure brighten o'er him; Memory's joys behind him go, Hope's sweet angels fly before him. 3 Thus he moves from stage to stage, Smiles of earth and heaven attending; Softly sinking down in age, And at last to death descending. 4 Cradled in its quiet deep, Calm as summer's loveliest even, He shall sleep the hallowed sleep; Sleep that is o'erwatched by Heaven. 413. C. M. Burns. The Happiness of the Righteous. 1 The man, in life wherever placed, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their guilty lore: 2 Nor from the seat of scornful pride Casts forth his eyes abroad, But with humility and awe, Still walks before his God.