Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel guards from Thee surround us;
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee,
Thou art He, who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be.
Should stern death this night o'ertake us,
And our bed become our tomb;
May the morn in Heav'n awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.
HYMN 48.
How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Sion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which Kings and Prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and Kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
Oh! Lord, make bare Thine arm,
Through all the earth abroad,
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
