Blest Is The Nation Where The Lord Songtext

Blest is the nation where the Lord Hath fixed his gracious throne, > Where he reveals his heav'nly word, And calls their tribes his own. 2. His eye with infinite survey Does the whole world behold; He formed us all of equal clay, And knows our feeble mold. 3. Kings are not rescued by the force Of armies from the grave; Nor speed nor courage of a horse Can the bold rider save. 4. Vain is the strength of beasts or men, To hope for safety thence; But holy souls from God obtain A strong and sure defence. 5. God is their fear, and God their trust; When plagues or famine spread, His watchful eye secures the just Among ten thousand dead. 6. Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice, And bless us from thy throne; For we have made thy word our choice, And trust thy grace alone.