I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of My hand. John 10:28
Words: Philip Doddridge (1702–1751). Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755), number 231:
The happiness and security of Christ’s sheep.
My soul, with joy attend
While Jesus silence breaks;
No angel’s harp such music yields,
As what my Shepherd speaks.
I know My sheep, He cries,
‟My soul approves them well;
Vain is the treacherous world’s disguise,
And vain the rage of hell.
‟I freely feed them now
With tokens of My love,
But richer pastures I prepare
And sweeter streams above.
‟Unnumbered years of bliss
I to My sheep will give;
And, while My throne unshaken stands,
Shall all My chosen live.
This tried almighty hand
Is raised for their defense:
Where is the power shall reach them there?
Or what shall force them thence?
Enough, my gracious Lord,
Let faith triumphant cry;
My heart can on this promise live,
Can on this promise die.