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