1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defense!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help omnipotence.
2 In foreign realms and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
They pass unhurt thro' burning climes,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 Thy mercy sweetens ev'ry soil,
Makes ev'ry region please.
The hoary frozen hills it warms
And smooths the boist'rous seas.
4 Tho' by the dreadful tempest toss'd
High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
5 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.
6 From all my griefs and straits, O Lord!
Thy mercy sets me free;
Whilst in the confidence of pray'r
My heart takes hold on thee.
7 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
8 My life, while thou preserv'st my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;
And, oh! may death, when death shall come,
Unite my soul to thee!
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First Line: | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Divine Providence and Government; In traveling |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |