Religion
A Hymn for Charity Children
From A Collection of Psalms and Hymns (1741) · Osborn ed., vol. 2 (1869)
How happy they, O King of kings!
How safe, how truly blest,
Who under Thy protecting wings
Both shelter find and rest!
Them wilt Thou lead, them wilt Thou keep,
And with Thine arm uphold;
O blessed Shepherd! blessed sheep
Of IsraeFs sacred fold!
Nor does the tender wandering lambs
His kindly care disdain;
He knows them better than their dams,
And better does sustain.
Behold, His flock from every side
He is assembling still;
And may He all in safety guide
To Siorfs sacred hill.
If thither He will us convey,
Nor our mean vows despise,
Our hearts we '11 on His altars lay
A grateful sacrifice.
To God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, One in Three,
As is, and was e're time begun,
Eternal glory be.
Codex Note
From John Wesley's Collection of Psalms and Hymns (1741); Osborn reprints it as possibly Wesley's own, the volume being John Wesley's work
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