The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

How happy are we Who trust in the Lord!
Untroubled we see The imminent sword,
Our merciless hater We calmly defy,
Secure in a nature That never can die.

Destruction may come, The scourge may o'erflow,
And bloodthirsty Rome Our country o'erthrow;
May torture and burn us, But never can shock,
But never o'erturn us Who stand on the Rock.

The waster of Rome Is now on his way,
The lion is come To scatter and slay:
Beyond his fierce power We run to the Lamb,
And rest in the tower Of Jesus's name.

Our life is secure, And hidden above,
Our safety as sure As Jesus's love;
Our joy and our heaven Within us shall stay;
What Jesus hath given None taketh away.

In tumult and war His tokens we hear,
The noise of His car Proclaims our Prince near:
Plague, earthquake, and famine Are awfully join'd
To publish His coming, Who ransoms mankind.

We know that His word And promise are past;
Thy kingdom, O Lord, Shall triumph at last:
The kingdoms before Thee And nations shall fall,
And all men adore Thee, The Monarch of all.

University of Virginia Library

HYMN IV.

[How happy are we Who trust in the Lord!]