O Happy They Who Know the Lord

O hap­py they who know the Lord

With whom He deigns to dwell!

He feeds and cheers them by His Word

His arm sup­ports them well.

To them

in each dis­tress­ing hour

His throne of grace is near;

And when they plead His love and pow­er

He stands en­gaged to hear.

He helped His saints in an­cient days

Who trust­ed in His name;

And we can wit­ness

to His praise

His love is still the same.

Wandering in sin

our souls He found

And bid us seek His face;

Gave us to hear the Gos­pel sound

And taste the Gos­pel grace.

Oft in His house His glo­ry shines

Before our won­dering eyes;

We wish not

then

for gold­en mines

Or aught be­neath the skies.

His pre­sence sweet­ens all our cares

And makes our bur­dens light;

A word from Him dis­pels our fears

And gilds the gloom of night.

Lord

we ex­pect to suf­fer here

Nor would we dare re­pine;

But give us

still

to find Thee near;

And own us

still

for Thine.

Let us en­joy

and high­ly prize

These to­kens of Thy love;

Till Thou shalt bid our spir­its rise

To wor­ship Thee ab­ove.