HOW are Thy servants blest, O Lord!

HOW are Thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air.

When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.

The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to Thy will! The sea that roars at Thy command, At Thy command is still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, Thy goodness we adore; We praise Thee for Thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more.

Our life, while Thou preservest life, A sacrifice shall be; And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to Thee.