Happy Souls That Christ Obey

Happy souls that Christ ob­ey

They are safe

and on­ly they;

Hidden is their life above

All wrapt up in Je­sus’ love.

When His judg­ments are abroad

By His time­ly warn­ings awed

They to Him their spir­its give

Closer to their Sav­ior cleave.

Neither wars nor plagues they fear

Still their life and peace is near;

Undisturbed by storms they rest

Harbored in His qui­et breast.

Calm on tu­mult’s wheel they sit

Trample death be­neath their feet;

Own their all o’er-rul­ing Lord

Smile at the de­stroy­er’s sword.

They be­hold the fiend pass by

Sprinkled by the Lamb of God

Armed and co­vered with His blood.

Thanks to the aton­ing Lamb

We are shel­tered in His name;

We our Lord be­gin to know

Ransomed from the world below.

While we walk with Him in light

Neither men or fiends af­fright;

Us

whom Je­sus’ blood doth arm

Kill they may

but can­not harm.

O that all our friends might feel

How se­cure in Christ we dwell

O that all our foes might prove

God

a par­don­ing God of love!