Firm and Unmoved Are They

Firm and un­moved are they

That rest their souls on God;

Firm as the mount where Da­vid dwelt

Or where the ark abode.

As mount­ains stood to guard

The city’s sac­red ground

So God and His al­migh­ty love

Embrace His saints around.

What tho’ the Fa­ther’s rod

Drop a chas­tis­ing stroke

Yet lest it wound their souls too deep

Its fu­ry shall be broke.

Deal gent­ly

Lord

with those

Whose faith and pi­ous fear

Whose hope

and love

and ev­ery grace

Proclaim their hearts sin­cere.

Nor shall the ty­rant’s rage

Too long op­press the saint;

The God of Is­ra­el will sup­port

His child­ren lest they faint.

But if our slav­ish fear

Will choose the road to hell

We must ex­pect our por­tion there

Where bold­er sin­ners dwell.