EN 4667 Lord, How Secure and Blest Are They
Rom.4.7
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Lord, how secure and blest are they
Who feel the joys of pardoned sin!
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have Heav’n and peace within.
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The day glides sweetly o’er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love;
And soft and silent as the shades
Their nightly minutes gently move.
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Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half so swift away;
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.
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How oft they look to th’ heav’nly hills,
Where groves of living pleasure grow!
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles
Sit undisturbed upon their brow.
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They scorn to seek our golden toys,
But spend the day and share the night
In numbering o’er the richer joys
That Heav’n prepares for their delight.
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While wretched we, like worms and moles,
Lie grov’ling in the dust below,
Almighty grace, renew our souls,
And we’ll aspire to glory, too.

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