The Saints Trial and Safety; or, moderated Afflictions

Verse 1

Firm and unmoved are they That rest their souls on God; Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode.

Verse 2

As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around.

Verse 3

What though the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke.

Verse 4

Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope, and love, and every grace, Proclaim their hearts sincere.

Verse 5

Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint; The God of Isr'el will support His children lest they faint.

Verse 6

But if our slavish fear Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there, Where bolder sinners dwell.