Happy souls that Christ ob­ey,
They are safe, and on­ly they;
Hidden is their life above,
All wrapt up in Je­sus’ love.
When His judg­ments are abroad,
By His time­ly warn­ings awed,
They to Him their spir­its give,
Closer to their Sav­ior cleave.

Neither wars nor plagues they fear,
Still their life and peace is near;
Undisturbed by storms they rest
Harbored in His qui­et breast.
Calm on tu­mult’s wheel they sit,
Trample death be­neath their feet;
Own their all o’er-rul­ing Lord,
Smile at the de­stroy­er’s sword.

They be­hold the fiend pass by,
Sprinkled by the Lamb of God,
Armed and co­vered with His blood.
Thanks to the aton­ing Lamb,
We are shel­tered in His name;
We our Lord be­gin to know,
Ransomed from the world below.

While we walk with Him in light,
Neither men or fiends af­fright;
Us, whom Je­sus’ blood doth arm
Kill they may, but can­not harm.
O that all our friends might feel
How se­cure in Christ we dwell,
O that all our foes might prove
God, a par­don­ing God of love!