Where Shall the Man Be Found?

Where shall the man be found

That fears t’of­fend his God

That loves the Gos­pel’s joy­ful sound

And trem­bles at the rod?

The Lord shall make him know

The sec­rets of His heart

The won­ders of His co­ve­nant show

And all His love im­part.

The deal­ings of His hand

Are truth and mer­cy still

With such as to His co­ve­nant stand

And love to do His will.

Their souls shall dwell at ease

Before their mak­er’s face;

Their seed shall taste the pr­omis­es

In their ex­ten­sive grace.