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| WHO 1 feare the Lord are trewly blest, | |
| That dewly worke to doe his will: | |
| Great lands are by his seed possesst; | |
| His howse, his heires, shall prosper still. | |
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| With plenty God shall blesse his store, | 5 |
| And stay his state, that loveth right: | |
| Yf darkenes come, yet evermore | |
| The Lord shall lend him happy light. | |
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| His love, his mercie, hee bestowes | |
| On him that saves the poore from wrong, | 10 |
| And gives, and lends, and kindnes shewes, | |
| Yet still discreetly guides his tongue. | |
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| His memorie shall ever bide; | |
| Yea, though in grave his bones be layd, | |
| His foote shall never fayle or slyde; | 15 |
| No news shall make his hart affrayd. | |
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| He putts in God assured trust; | |
| And trusting so, hee doth suppose | |
| They need not shrink whose cause is just— | |
| He shall prevayle against his foes. | 20 |
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| Hee doth in hast, but not in wast, | |
| His goods disperse to such as need; | |
| His righteousness shall ever last, | |
| His praise and honor shall exceed. | |
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| The wicked man, when he this seeth, | 25 |
| That God the good doth love and cherish, | |
| Shall pyne for griefe and gnash his teeth— | |
| His wicked thoughts with him shall perish. | |
