1 Why do the wealthy Wicked boast,
And grow profanely bold?
The meanest Portion of the Just
Excels the Sinner's Gold.

2 The Wicked borrows of his Friends,
But ne'er designs to pay;
The Saint is merciful and lends,
Nor turns the Poor away.

3 His Alms with lib'ral Heart he gives
Amongst the Sons of Need;
His Mem'ry to long Ages lives,
And blessed is his Seed.

4 His Lips abhor to talk prophane,
To slander or defraud;
His ready Tongue declares to Men
What he has learn'd of GOD.

5 The Law and Gospel of the Lord
Deep in his Heart abide;
Led by the Spirit, and the Word,
His Feet shall never slide.

6 When Sinners fall, the Righteous stand,
Preserv'd from ev'ry Snare;
They shall possess the promis'd Land,
And dwell for ever there.