O People Blest, Whose Sons in Youth

O peo­ple blest

whose sons in youth

In stur­dy strength and no­ble truth

Like plants in vi­gor spring;

Whose daugh­ters fair

a queen­ly race

Are like the cor­ner­stones that grace

The pal­ace of a king

The pal­ace of a king.

O peo­ple blest

when flock and field

Their rich

ab­un­dant in­crease yield

And bless­ings mul­ti­ply;

When plen­ty all thy child­ren share

And no in­vad­ing foe is there

And no dis­tress­ful cry

And no dis­tress­ful cry.

O hap­py people

fa­vored land

To whom the Lord with li­be­ral hand

Has thus His good­ness shown;

Yea

sure­ly is that peo­ple blest

By whom Je­ho­vah is con­fessed

To be their God alone

To be their God alone.