O happy they who know the Lord,
With whom he deigns to dwell;
He feeds and cheers them with his Word,
His arm supports them well.
To them in each distressing hour,
His throne of grace is near;
And when they plead his love and pow'r,
He stands engaged to hear.
He helped his saints in ancient days,
Who trusted in his name;
And we can witness to his praise;
His love is still the same.
His presence sweetens all our cares,
And makes our burdens light;
A word from him dispels our fears,
And gilds the gloom of night.
Lord, we expect to suffer here,
Nor would we once repine;
But give us still to find thee near,
And keep us wholly thine.