The Little Flock
 
1. 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,
Unmoved 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, the dearth, the 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.