Blest Is The Nation Where The Lord Songtext

von Isaac Watts

Blest is the nation where the Lord
Hath fixed his gracious throne,
> Where he reveals his heav'nly word,
And calls their tribes his own.
2. His eye with infinite survey
Does the whole world behold;
He formed us all of equal clay,
And knows our feeble mold.

3. Kings are not rescued by the force
Of armies from the grave;
Nor speed nor courage of a horse
Can the bold rider save.
4. Vain is the strength of beasts or men,
To hope for safety thence;
But holy souls from God obtain
A strong and sure defence.
5. God is their fear, and God their trust;
When plagues or famine spread,
His watchful eye secures the just
Among ten thousand dead.

6. Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice,
And bless us from thy throne;
For we have made thy word our choice,
And trust thy grace alone.