1. And are we saints indeed,
From Satan's bondage free?
How happy is our state,
Yet happier soon shall be:
His promise, God will never break,
Though he withdraw, he'll not forsake.
2. Let earth and hell unite,
To rob us of our joy;
He'll mock the vain design,
And all their schemes destroy:
Our faith though weak shall never fail,
Our fears though strong shall not prevail.
3. Then wake our tuneful tongues,
To celebrate his praise;
His counsels firmly stand,
And stable are his ways:
He aids the birth to which he brings.
And grace shall crown what grace begins.
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