1 How happy are the little flock
Who safe beneath their guardian Rock
In all commotions rest!
When war's and tumult's waves run high,
Unmoved above the storm they lie,
And lodge in Jesus' breast.
2 The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Saviour's swift approach declare,
And bid our hearts arise;
The signs confirm our trembling hope,
While scoffers still in darkness grope,
And view them with surprise.
3 Thy tokens we with joy confess;
The war proclaims the Prince of peace;
The earthquake speaks thy power;
The famine all thy fullness brings;
The plague presents thy healing wings,
And nature's final hour.
4 Whatever ills the world befall,
A pledge of endless good we call,
A sign of Jesus near.
His chariot will not long delay;
We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,
"Triumphant Lord, appear!"
Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #874
First Line: | How happy are the little flock |
Title: | Tokens of the Judgment a Source of Joy to the Believer |
Author: | Charles Wesley |
Meter: | 8.8.6.8.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |