The Sinners How Blest

The sin­ners how blest

Who par­don re­ceive!

In trou­ble we rest

In dy­ing we live

In dan­ger se­cure

Whom Je­sus hath loved

Our foot­ing is sure

Though earth is re­moved.

The hairs of our head

Are re­gis­tered all

Not one

He hath said

Shall per­ish

or fall

Without the per­mis­sion

Of in­fi­nite grace

Whose bless­èd de­ci­sion

We glad­ly em­brace.

While thus we con­fide

In Je­sus’ blood

Whatever be­tide

Shall turn to our good

When sor­rows sur­round us

Our joys shall in­crease

And earth­quakes shall ground us

In per­ma­nent peace.

Plague

fa­mine

and war

But quick­en our hope

And bid us pre­pare

And bid us look up;

Assured by each warn­ing

His king­dom is near

The Lord is re­turn­ing

And soon shall ap­pear.

Appear in the skies

Thou Sav­ior of men

Our bo­dies shall rise

To meet Thee again

Entombed in the cen­ter

We shall be re­stored

And glo­ri­ous­ly en­ter

The joy of our Lord.