How Are Thy Servants Blest, O Lord!

How are Thy serv­ants blest

O Lord!

How sure is their de­fense!

Eternal wis­dom is their guide

Their help Om­ni­po­tence.

In for­eign realms

and lands re­mote

Supported by Thy care

Through burn­ing climes they pass un­hurt

And breathe in taint­ed air.

Thy mer­cy sweet­ened every soil

Made ev­ery re­gion please:

The hoa­ry Al­pine hills it warmed

And smoothed the Tyr­rhene seas.

Think

O my soul

de­vout­ly think

How with af­fright­ed eyes

Thou sawest the wide-ex­tend­ed deep

In all its hor­rors rise!

Confusion dwelt on ev­ery face

And fear in ev­ery heart;

When waves on waves

and gulfs on gulfs

O’ercame the pi­lot’s art.

When by the dread­ful tem­pest borne

High on the brok­en wave

They know Thou art not slow to hear

Nor im­po­tent to save.

The storm is laid

the winds re­tire

Obedient to Thy will

The sea

that roars at Thy com­mand

At Thy com­mand is still.

From all our griefs and fears

O Lord

Thy mer­cy sets us free;

While in the con­fi­dence of pray­er

Our hearts take hold on Thee.

In midst of dan­gers

fears and death

Thy good­ness we adore;

We praise Thee for Thy mer­cies past

And hum­bly hope for more

Our life

while Thou pre­serv­est life

A sac­ri­fice shall be;

And death

when death shall be our lot

Shall join our souls to Thee.