Happy he who God obeys,
Nor from His direction strays.
Thou shalt of thy labours feed;
All shall to thy wish succeed.
Like a fair and fruitful vine,
By thy house, thy wife shall join.
Sons, obedient to command,
Shall about thy table stand,
Like green plants of olives, set
By the moist'ning rivulet.
He who fears the Pow'r above,
Thus shall prosper in His love.
God shall thee from Sion bless;
Thou shalt joy in the success
Which the Lord will Salem give,
While thou hast a day to live.
Thou shalt see our Israel's peace,
And thy children's large increase.