The Blessed Pilgrim's Path

Blessed is the pilgrim walking not where wicked voices call, turning from the

road of sinners, never joining scoffers' hall. Optional mellow walking, not shedd is

the pilgrim walking, not where wicked voice it call, not where wicked voice it call.

Turning from the road of sinners, never joining scoffers' hall. Blessed is the

soul that lingers on the words the Lord has penned. Morning light and

evening shadows, honest truth, they still depend. For he's planted by the river,

roots go down and branches rise. Fruit will come in proper season, leaves stay green

beneath the skies. But the wicked drift like chaff does, blown away before