The wicked takes, but does not pay The saints are generous and give The blessed of God, the earth receive But cursed ones, they shall not live His footsteps are secured, for him Who in the LORD delighteth, then And though he fall, he shall not be Cast down, the Lord upholdeth he I have been young, and now am old Yet have I not seen righteous ones Be made to beg for daily bread, No not the saints, and not their seed But ever merciful, they are And generous, they lend to all His children, too, they do become A blessing of their holy God Depart from evil and do good And safe, you'll dwell, forevermore For God loves justice, so he won't Forsake his saints, but kept they are But lo! The seed of evil ones Will be cut off, while all the saints The earth, possess, and dwelleth there And live upon the land for'ere