Blessed is the man
The man who does not walk
In the counsel of the wicked
Blessed is the man
Who doesn't stand in the sinner's way
Or sit in the seat of the mocker
Blessed is the man
Oh o, oh o
Blessed is the man
Oh o, oh o
Blessed is the man
That man for his delight
Is in the law of the Lord
Blessed is the man
That man who meditates
On the word both day and night
And he shall be like a tree
That's planted by streams
Which yields, it's fruit in a season
And whatever he does will prosper
All that he does succeeds
His leaf shall not wither
Not so the wicked!
Oh o, oh oh
They will be like chaff
Oh o, oh o
That the wind will blow, away, away
That the wind will blow, away-ay
Therefore the wicked man
In the judgment will not stand
Nor the sinners in the assembly of the righteous
For God watches over the way
The way of godly men
But the way of the wicked their way will perish
Blessed is the man
The man for his delight
Is in the word of the Lord
