Happy is he that fears the Lord,

And follows his commands;

Who lends the poor without reward,

Or gives with lib'ral hands.

As pity dwells within his breast

To all the sons of need;

So God shall answer his request

With blessings on his seed.

No evil tidings shall surprise

His well-established mind;

His soul to God his refuge flies,

And leaves his fears behind.

In times of general distress

Some beams of light shall shine,

To show the world his righteousness,

And give him peace divine.

His works of piety and love

Remain before the Lord;

Honor on earth and joys above

Shall be his sure reward.