Hymns for the National Fast, 8

How happy. Lord, are we
Who have a part in Thee!
Following after righteousness,
Hidden in Thine anger's day.
We enjoy an heart-felt peace,
Peace which none can take away.

When plagues the land o'erflow.
We share the common woe:
But our patriotic love
Is not selfish, nor confined,
But our yearning bowels move
Tow'rd the whole afflicted kind.

With every sufferer
We drop the generous tear,
(Whom Thy tendering Spirit leads,)

Pity no distinction knows.
Love iox all the wounded bleeds,
Love embraces fi-iends and fi es.

Yet though for all we feel,
Our souls are happy still
Soft, compassionate distress.

On a wretched world bestow'd.
Cannot violate our peace,
Cannot shake our trust in God.

With deepest sympathy,
Saviour, we cry to Thee;
Listening to Thy chosen race,
Come, Thou universal Friend,
Shorten these vindictive days.
Bring the joy which ne'er shall end.

E'en now with eagle's eye,
We see Thee in the sky;
Soon with eagle's wings we soar,
Our descending Lord to meet,
Then the cup of bliss runs o'er.
Then the rapture is complete!