Oh the joys of he who follows not the words of wickedness
Oh the joys of he who follows not the way of sinners
Oh the joys of he who does not move in with the mockers
Oh the joys of he who follows not the way of sinners
Oh the joys of he who follows not the words of wickedness
Oh the joys of he who follows not the way of sinners
Oh the joys of he who does not move in with the mockers
Oh the joys of he who follows not the way of sinners
But his delight is the law of Lord
Day and night it colors his world
Like a tree that's planted beside
The riverbank of God-it finds new life
Oh the joys of he who follows not the words of wickedness
Oh the joys of he who follows not the way of sinners
Oh the joys of he who does not move in with the mockers
Oh the joys of he who follows not the way of sinners
But his delight is the law of Lord
Day and night it colors his world
Like a tree that's planted beside
The riverbank of God-it finds new life
Not so, the wicked
Worthless as chaff
Scattered by the wind
Their way leads to ruin