Psalm I

Who hath not walkt astray In wicked men's aduise, Nor stood in sinners' way, Nor in their companies That scorners are, As their fit mate, In scoffing chayre Hath euer sate; But in thy lawes diuine, O Lord, sets his delight, And in those lawes of thine Studies all day and night. Oh how that man Thrice blessed is! And sure shall gaine Eternall blisse. He shall be like the tree Set by the water-springs, Which when his seasons Most pleasant fruite forth brings, Whose boughes so greene Shall neuer fade, But couered bene With comely shade. So to this happy wight All his designes shall thriue, Whereas the man vnright, As chaffe which windes do driue, With euery blast Is tost on hy, Nor can at last In safety lie. Wherefore in that sad doome They dare not rise from dust, Nor shall no sinner come To glory of the iust. For God will giue The iust man's way, While sinner's race Run to decay.