The Happy Man

How happy is the man,Who has chosen wisdom's ways,And measured out his spanTo his God in prayer and praise.His God and his BibleAre all that he desires;To holiness of heart and lifeHe constantly aspires;In poverty he's happy,For he knows he has a friendWho never will forsake him,And on whom he can depend.

He rises in the morning,With the lark he tunes his lays,And offers up a tributeTo his God in prayer and praise;And then unto his laborHe cheerfully repairs,In confidence believingHis God will hear his prayers.Whatever he engages in,At home or far abroad,His object is to honorAnd to glorify his God.

In sickness, pain and sorrowHe never will repine,While he is drawing nourishmentFrom Christ the living vine.When trouble presses heavily,He leans on Jesus' breast,And in his precious promisesHe finds a quiet rest.The yoke of Christ is easy,The burden always light;They never make him wearyWhile Canaan is in sight.

'Tis thus you have his historyThrough life from day to day;Religion is no mystery,It is a beaten way;And when upon his pillowHe lays him down to die,His soul in hope rejoices,For he knows his God is nigh.And when life's lamp is flickering,His soul on wings of loveFlies away to realms of glory,To dwell with Christ above,

Then he'll be forever happy,For he's joined the holy band,He's received the crown of gloryAnd a palm is in his hand;With saints and priests and prophets,He'll strike the golden lyre,And shout loud hallelujahsWith all the heavenly choir.He's happy now eternally,His joys are all complete,With his angels he is bowingAround the Savior's feet.