1 How happy are the little flock
Who safe beneath their guardian Rock
In all commotions rest!
When war's and tumult's waves run high,
Unmoved above the storm they lie,
And lodge in Jesus' breast.
2 The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Saviour's swift approach declare,
And bid our hearts arise;
The signs confirm our trembling hope,
While scoffers still in darkness grope,
And view them with surprise.
3 Thy tokens we with joy confess;
The war proclaims the Prince of peace;
The earthquake speaks thy power;
The famine all thy fullness brings;
The plague presents thy healing wings,
And nature's final hour.
4 Whatever ills the world befall,
A pledge of endless good we call,
A sign of Jesus near.
His chariot will not long delay;
We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,
"Triumphant Lord, appear!"
Charles Wesley, M.A. was the great hymn-writer of the Wesley family, perhaps, taking quantity and quality into consideration, the great hymn-writer of all ages. Charles Wesley was the youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley, and was born at Epworth Rectory, Dec. 18, 1707. In 1716 he went to Westminster School, being provided with a home and board by his elder brother Samuel, then usher at the school, until 1721, when he was elected King's Scholar, and as such received his board and education free. In 1726 Charles Wesley was elected to a Westminster studentship at Christ Church, Oxford, where he took his degree in 1729, and became a college tutor. In the early part of the same year his religious impressions were much deepene… Go to person page >