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I

Happy are they to whom the Lord
His gracious name makes known,
And by his Spirit and his word
Adopts them for his own!

II

He calls them to his mercy-seat,
And hears their humble pray’r;
And when within his house they meet,
They find his presence near.

III

The force of their united cries
No power can long withstand;
For Jesus helps them from the skies
By his almighty hand.

IV

Then mountains sink at once to plains,
And light from darkness springs,
Each seeming loss improves their gains,
Each trouble comfort brings.

V

Though men despise them, or revile,
They count the trial small;
Whoever frowns, if Jesus smile,
It makes amends for all.

VI

Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed,
And, like their Saviour, poor,
They would not change their gospel-bread
For all the worldling’s store.

VII

When cheer’d with faith’s sublimer joys,
They mount on eagles’ wings;
They can disdain, as children’s toys,
The pride and pomp of kings.

VIII

Dear Lord, assist our souls to pay
The debt of praise we owe,
That we enjoy a gospel-day
And heaven begun below.