The Little Flock

Verse 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,
Unmov'd above the storm they lie,
And lodge in Jesus' breast.

Verse 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,
Unmov'd above the storm they lie,
And lodge in Jesus' breast.

Verse 2

Such happiness, 0 Lord, have we,
By mercy gather'd into thee,
Before the floods descend:
And while the bursting cloud comes down
We mark the vengeful day begun,
And calmly wait the end.

Verse 2

Such happiness, O Lord, have we,
By mercy gather'd into thee,
Before the floods descend:
And while the bursting cloud comes down
We mark the vengeful day begun,
And calmly wait the end.

Verse 3

The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Saviour's swift approach declare,
And bid our hearts arise;
Earth's basis shook, confirms our hope;
Its cities' fall, but lifts us up
To meet thee in the skies.

Verse 3

The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Saviour's swift approach declare,
And bid our hearts arise;
Earth's basis shook, confirms our hope;
Its cities' fall, but lifts us up
To meet thee in the skies.

Verse 4

Thy tokens we with joy confess;
The war proclaims thee Prince of Peace;
The earthquake speaks thy pow'r;
The famine all thy fulness brings;
The plague presents thy healing wings,
And nature's final hour.

Verse 4

Thy tokens we with joy confess;
The war proclaims thee Prince of Peace;
The earthquake speaks thy pow'r;
The famine all thy fullness brings;
The plague presents thy healing wings,
And nature's final hour.

Verse 5

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!"

Verse 5

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!"

Verse 6

Appear with clouds on Zion's hill,
Thy word and mystery to fulfil,
Thy children to approve;
Thy members on thy throne to place,
And stamp thy name on every face,
In glorious, heavenly love.

Verse 6

Appear with clouds on Zion's hill,
Thy word and mystery to fulfill,
Thy children to approve;
Thy members on thy throne to place,
And stamp thy name on every face,
In glorious, heavenly love.