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VII.
[Happy souls that Christ obey]
Happy souls that Christ obey,
They are safe, and only they;
Hidden is their life above,
All wrapp'd up in Jesus' love.
They are safe, and only they;
Hidden is their life above,
All wrapp'd up in Jesus' love.
When His judgments are abroad,
By His timely warnings awed,
They to Him their spirits give,
Closer to their Saviour cleave.
By His timely warnings awed,
They to Him their spirits give,
Closer to their Saviour cleave.
Neither wars nor plagues they fear,
Still their life and peace is near;
Undisturb'd by storms they rest
Harbour'd in His quiet breast.
Still their life and peace is near;
Undisturb'd by storms they rest
Harbour'd in His quiet breast.
Calm on tumult's wheel they sit,
Trample death beneath their feet;
Own their all-o'erruling Lord,
Smile at the destroyer's sword.
Trample death beneath their feet;
Own their all-o'erruling Lord,
Smile at the destroyer's sword.
They its threatening point defy,
They behold the fiend pass by,
Sprinkled by the Lamb of God,
Arm'd and cover'd with His blood.
They behold the fiend pass by,
Sprinkled by the Lamb of God,
Arm'd and cover'd with His blood.
Thanks to the atoning Lamb,
We are shelter'd in His name;
We our Lord begin to know,
Ransom'd from the world below.
We are shelter'd in His name;
We our Lord begin to know,
Ransom'd from the world below.
While we walk with Him in light,
Neither men nor fiends affright;
Us, whom Jesus' blood doth arm,
Kill they may, but cannot harm.
Neither men nor fiends affright;
Us, whom Jesus' blood doth arm,
Kill they may, but cannot harm.
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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!
How secure in Christ we dwell,
O that all our foes might prove
God a pardoning God of love!
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