THE 112TH PSALM OF DAVID.
Wol dern Menschen, der nicht wandelt
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Bless'd is he who never taketh
Counsel of ungodly men!
Bless'd, the right who ne'er forsaketh,
Nor in sinners' paths is seen,
Who the scorners' friendship spurns,
From their seats away who turns,
Who delight in God's word taketh,
This his meditation maketh.
Bless'd is he who pleasure taketh
In God's laws' most perfect way,
It is his lov'd resort who maketh
Where he lingers night and day!
Oh! His blessing blooms and grows,
As the palm where water flows,
And abroad its branches spreadeth,
And the wayworn pilgrim shadeth.
He will truly ever flourish
Who God's word delights to do,
Air and earth alike will nourish
Him, till ripe his fruit shall grow.
Though his leaf grow old, yet he
Ever fresh and green shall be,
God success to his endeavour
Giveth, and it prospers ever.
But he who in sin's ways goeth
Is like chaff the wind before,
When it riseth up and bloweth,
And we find it here no more.
Where the Lord His people guide,
There the godless ne'er abide,
God the faithful loves and guideth,
On the wicked wrath abideth.
Wol dem, der den Herren scheuet
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Bless'd is he the Lord who loveth,
At His word doth tremble aye!
Bless'd whose heart him freely moveth
God's commandments to obey.
Who the Highest loves and fears,
Findeth increase with the years
Of all that to him is given
By the bounteous hand of Heaven.
His dear children shall stand ever
Like to roses in their blow;
Flowing with God's goodness over,
On his generations go.
What the body needs below
God who rules all will bestow,
He will bounteously relieve them,
Plenty in their dwellings give them.
The right deeds of the believer
Nought can shake, they stand secure;
If a storm o'ertakes him ever,
Still doth God, his Light endure,
Comforts, shieldeth with His pow'r,
So that after darkness' hour,
After night of tears and sorrow,
Joy and sunshine glad the morrow.
God's compassion, grace, and favour
For the faithful still endure.
Blessèd are the souls who ever
Think upon the needy poor,
Love them, seek to do them good;
For the ever-living God
In His arms of grace will bear them,
And a home above prepare them.
When the black clouds o'er them lighten,
And the pealing thunders shock,
They shall sit, and nought shall frighten,
Like the dove hid in the rock;
They'll remain eternally,
And their memory shall be
Upon every side extending,
As their branches trees are sending.
When misfortunes overtake them,
Whereby sinners low are laid,
Firm their courage, nought can shake them,
And their hearts are undismay'd;
Undismay'd, from care are free,
Hearts that unreservedly
To the Lord their God are given,
Love Him when forsaken even.
Who delight take in relieving
Sad ones, to the Lord are dear;
What the loving hands are giving,
God will recompense e'en here.
Who much giveth much will gain,
He shall not desire in vain,
What his heart desires and willeth,
God in His good time fulfilleth.
But the foes who triumph'd o'er them,
They shall see depart beneath;
Satan who such malice bore them,
Evermore shall gnash his teeth:
Sorely will it him displease
When their blessedness he sees,
Yet that he can rob them never,
Only waste himself for ever.