Lord, How Secure and Blest Are They

Lord

how se­cure and blest are they

Who feel the joys of par­doned sin!

Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea

Their minds have Heav’n and peace with­in.

The day glides swift­ly o’er their heads

Made up of in­no­cence and love;

And soft and si­lent as the shades

Their night­ly min­utes gent­ly move.

Quick as their thoughts their joys come on

But fly not half so swift away;

Their souls are ev­er bright as noon

And calm as sum­mer ev­en­ings be.

How oft they look to heav’n­ly hills

Where groves of liv­ing plea­sure grow!

And long­ing hopes and cheer­ful smiles

Sit un­dis­turbed up­on their brow.

They scorn to seek our gold­en toys

But spend the day and share the night

In num­ber­ing o’er the rich­er joys

That Heav’n pre­pares for their de­light.

While wretch­ed we

like worms and moles

Lie gro­vel­ing in the dust be­low

Almighty grace

re­new our souls

And we’ll as­pire to glo­ry

too.