1 How happy is the little flock,
Who, safe beneath their guardian Rock,
In all commotions rest!
When war and tumult’s waves run high,
Unmoved above the storm they lie;
They lodge in Jesus’ breast.
2 Whatever ills the world befall,
A pledge of endless love we call,
A sign of Jesus near!
His chariot will not long delay;
We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,
Triumphant Lord, appear!
3 Appear, and thy own flock protect,
Avenge thy own despised elect,
And make thy glory known.
Gird on thy sword, thou King of kings,
And smite through all inferior things
That dare usurp thy throne.Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #137