The Righteous Tree by the Stream

. Well, happy is the fellow. Who won't follow

wicked ways. Won't walk the road where sinners go. Won't sit where

scoffers stay. He keeps his heart on the good lord's word. Reads it every

night and day. And the truth he finds in the pages. There keeps him

steady all the way. 'Cause he's like a tree down by the stream.

Growing strong in the sunlight beam. Bearing fruit when the time is right.

Leaves still shining through the night. But the wicked drift like dust that flies.

God sees the righteous with His eyes. He don't fear the storms that