Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.@Psalm 33:12

Attributed to Georgia C. Elliott, possibly late 19th Century, alt.

Valparaíso W. Howard Doane, 1875 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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W. Howard Doane (1832–1915)

He holds in remembrance
Each one of His fold;
Their hairs are all numbered,
Their names are all told;
Their prayers are all answered,
Their cries are all heard:
How blest is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

Their bread, it is given,
The finest of wheat!
The waters they rest by
Are quiet and sweet;
He giveth them slumber,
As saith His Word:
How blest is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

’Tis true they are strangers
And pilgrims on earth,
But theirs is a joy of
Unspeakable worth.
All robed in fine linen,
With armor and sword—
How blest is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

They travel the highway
Where nothing unclean
Has e’er left a footprint,
Has ever been seen;
There’s no sound of sighing
Where gladness has soared:
How blest is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!