CCXXXI. The Happiness and Security of CHRIST'S Sheep.

MY Soul, with Joy attend
While Jesus Silence breaks;
No Angel's Harp such Musick yields,
As what my Shepherd speaks.

"I know my Sheep, (he cries)
"My Soul approves them well:
"Vain is the treach'rous World's Disguise,
"And vain the Rage of Hell.

"I freely feed them now
"With Tokens of my Love,
"But richer Pastures I prepare,
"And sweeter Streams above.

"Unnumber'd Years of Bliss
"I to my Sheep will give;
"And, while my Throne unshaken stands,
"Shall all my Chosen live.

"This tried almighty Hand
"Is rais'd for their Defence:
"Where is the Pow'r shall reach them there?
"Or what shall force them thence"?

Enough, my Gracious Lord,
Let Faith triumphant cry;
My Heart can on this Promise live,
Can on this Promise die.