Fret not thyself at evil men
Nor envy those who worketh wrong
For they will soon fade like the grass
And wither like the new-cut herb
But worketh good and trust the LORD
And make your dwelling in the land
Make faithfulness a trusty friend
And verily, you will be fed
Delight thyself in God; he'll give
All thy desires of heart to thee
Unto the LORD, commit your way
And he will act without delay
Then like unto the light, he shall
Thy righteousness, put on display
And forth, he will, your justice, show
As bright as noon-tide of the day
Be still before, the LORD and wait
Forbear with patience, fret thou not
Fret not thyself at evil men
Who seem to prosper in their sin
Cease, then, from wrath and fret thou not
It worketh only e'er to ill
The LORD cuts off the evil man
But to his saints, the earth shall give
For lo! The time is short for them
The wicked ones will be no more
Though carefully, you search them out
You'll find them not, they'll vanish, all
But look and see! The meek shall dwell
In fullness of the land, and will
In peace, abundant, peace full well
Delight themselves forevermore