“Come, my people, enter into your chambers,
and shut your doors about yourself:
hide yourself as it were for a little moment,
until the indignation be overpast.” Isaiah 26:20

Little Flock1. How happy are the little flock,
Who, safe beneath their guardian Rock,
    In all commotions rest;
When war’s and tumult’s waves run high,
Unmov’d above the storm they lie,
    And lodge in Jesus’ breast.

2. Such happiness, O Lord, have we,
By mercy gather’d into Thee,
    Before the floods descend;
And while the bursting cloud comes down
We mark the vengeful day begun,
    And calmly wait the end.

3. The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Saviour’s swift approach declare,
    And bid our hearts arise;
Earth’s basis shook, confirms our hope;
Its cities’ fall, but lifts us up
    To meet Thee in the skies.

4. Thy tokens we with joy confess;
The war proclaims Thee Prince of Peace;
    The earthquake speaks Thy pow’r;
The famine all Thy fullness brings;
The plague presents Thy healing wings,
    And nature’s final hour.

5. Whatever ills the world befall,
A pledge of endless good we call,
    A sign of Jesus near.
His chariot will not long delay;
We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,
    “Triumphant Lord, appear!”

6. Appear with clouds on Zion’s hill,
Thy word and myst’ry to fulfill,
    Thy children to approve;
Thy members on Thy throne to place,
And stamp Thy name on ev’ry face,
    In glorious, heav’nly love.


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Song in the Night: not included (although it was included in an earlier version)
Author: Charles Wesley
Composer: Unknown
Source: Can’t remember!
Time: 1:50

The Recorder parts on the last few verses of the recording are supposed to imitate the sound of South American flutes.

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