Fret not thyself, nor envious be.
When wicked workers thou shalt see,
Who prosper in their way;
For like the grass they perish soon,
And like the herb cut down at noon,
They wither in a day.
Trust in the Lord and still do well,
Within the land securely dwell,
Feed on His faithfulness;
Delight thee also in the Lord,
And to thy heart He will accord
The good it would possess.
Yea, to the Lord thy way is known;
Confide in Him Who on the throne
Abides in pow'r divine;
Thy righteousness He shall display;
Resplendent as the light of day,
It shall unclouded shine.
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