1 Unshaken as the sacred Hill,
And firm as Mountains be,
Firm as a Rock the Soul shall rest
That leans, O Lord, on Thee.
2 Not Walls nor Hills could guard so well
Old Salem's happy Ground,
As those eternal Arms of Love
That ev'ry Saint surround.
3 While Tyrants are a smarting Scourge
To drive them near to GOD,
Divine Compassion does allay
The Fury of the Rod.
4 Deal gently, Lord, with Souls sincere,
And lead them safely on
To the bright Gates of Paradise,
Where Christ their Lord is gone.
5 But if we trace those crooked Ways
That the old Serpent drew,
The Wrath that drove him first to Hell
Shall smite his Foll'wers too.
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First Line: | Unshaken as the sacred Hill |
Title: | The Saints Trial and Safety |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
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Topic: | Afflicted: moderated; Grace: tried by afflictions |