Lord, How Secure and Bless'd Are They

Verse 1

Lord, how secure and bless’d are they
Who feel the joys of pardon’d sin!
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have heaven and peace within.

Verse 2

The day glides sweetly o’er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love;
And soft and silent as the shades
Their nightly minutes gently move.

Verse 3

[Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half so fast away;
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.

Verse 4

How oft they look to th’ heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasure grow!
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles
Sit undisturb’d upon their brow.]

Verse 5

They scorn to seek our golden toys,
But spend the day and share the night
In numbering o’er the richer joys
That heaven prepares for their delight.

Verse 6

While wretched we, like worms and moles,
Lie grovelling in the dust below:
Almighty grace, renew our souls,
And we’ll aspire to glory too.