1 Firm and unmov'd are they
That rest their souls on God;
Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.
2 As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground,
So God, and his almighty love,
Embrace his saints around.
3 What tho' a Father's rod
Drop a chastising stroke,
Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep,
Its fury shall be broke.
4 Deal gently, Lord, with those
Whose faith and pious fear,
Whose hope and love, and ev'ry grace,
Proclaim their hearts sincere.
5 Nor shall the tyrants rage
Too long oppress the saint;
The God of Isr'el will support
His children lest they faint.
6 But if our slavish fear
Will choose the road to hell,
We must expect our portion there,
Where bolder sinners dwell.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Firm and unmov'd are they |
| Meter: | S. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1790 |
| Scripture: | |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |