O LORD, the steps of all Thy saints

A heavenly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home; Fed here below, and made the heirs Of blessings yet to come.

Those haughty sinners, we have seen, Not fearing man nor God, Just like the bay tree, fair and green, They spread themselves abroad.

But, lo! they vanish from the ground, Destroyed by hand unseen; No root, nor branch, nor leaf was found, Where all that pride had been.

But mark the people of God’s grace, Their steps of life attend: True pleasure runs through all their ways, And peaceful is their end.