Bless’d Is the Man Whose Confidence

Bless’d is the man whose con­fi­dence

Is fixed on God

his strong de­fense;

Midst dang­ers he shall dwell se­cure

And view eter­nal bless­ings sure.

Though pes­ti­len­tial va­pors spread

Their bale­ful in­flu­ence o’er his head

Though nox­ious fumes in­fect the air

Fearless he breathes

and safe­ly there.

Though thick the ar­rows round him fly

And thou­sands sick­en

thou­sands die;

Unawed he hears ex­pir­ing groans

And God’s pre­serv­ing good­ness owns.

Or if co­mmis­sioned

the di­sease

Among the rest

the Christ­ian seize;

E’en then his trem­bling lips re­joice

And death but ele­vates his voice.