paraphrase of the first psal
the an, life wherever pc&039;d,
hath happess store,
who walks not the wicked&039;s way,
nor learns their guilty lore!
nor fro the seat of srnful pride
casts forth his eyes abroad,
but with huility and awe
still walks before his god
that an shall flourish like the trees,
which by the strealets grow;
the fruitful is spread on high,
and fir the root below
but he whose blos buds guilt
shall to the ground be cast,
and, like the rootless stubble, tost
before the sweepg bst
for why? that god the good adore,
hath giv&039;n the peace and rest,
but hath decreed that wicked n
shall ne&039;er be truly blest
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