On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 4

Happy soul, that safe from harms
Rests within his Shepherd's arms!
Who his quiet shall molest,
Who shall violate his rest?

Jesus doth his spirit bear,
Jesus takes his every care,
He who found the wandering sheep,
Jesus still delights to keep.

Dogs, and wolves in vain appear,
Roaring lions still are near,
Ravening wolves unmoved he sees
Howhng in the wilderness.

Calm he eyes them from above,
Safe in his Protector's love,
There he rests, and undismay'd
Drops his arms, and hangs his head.

O that I might so believe,
Steadfastly to Jesus cleave,
On His only love rely,
Smile at the destroyer nigh!

Free from sin, and servile fear,
Have my Jesus ever near,
All His care rejoice to prove,
All His paradise of love.

Jesu, seek Thy wandering sheep,
Bring me back, and lead, and keep,
Take on Thee my every care,
Bear me, on Thy bosom bear.

Let me know my Shepherd's voice,
More, and more in Thee rejoice;
More, and more of Thee receive,
Ever in Thy Spirit live:

Live, till all Thy life I know,
Perfect in my Lord below,
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gather'd to the fold above.

O that I at last may stand
With the sheep at Thy right hand,
Take the crown so freely given,
Enter in by Thee to heaven!