1 Happy beyond description he
Who fears the Lord his God;
Who hears his threats with holy awe,
And trembles at his rod.
2 Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells
With it's far partner love;
Blending their beauties, both proclaim
Their source is from above.
3 Let terrors fright the unwilling slave,
The child with joy appears;
Cheerful he does his father's will,
And loves as much as fears.
4 Let but thy fear, most holy God!
Possess this soul of mine,
Then shall I worship thee aright,
And taste thy joys divine.
Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CCXXVII