1 HAPPY they who trust in Jesus;
Sweet their portion is and sure;
When the foe on others seizes,
God will keep His own secure:
Happy people!
Happy, though despised and poor.
2 Since His love and mercy found us,
We are precious in His sight;
Thousands now may fall around us,
Thousands more be put to flight,
But His presence
Keeps us safe by day and night.
3 Lo, our Saviour never slumbers,
Ever watchful is His care;
Though we cannot boast of numbers,
In His strength secure we are:
Sweet their portion,
Who our Saviour's kindness share.
4 As the bird beneath her feathers
Guards the objects of her care,
So the Lord His people gathers,
Spreads His wings, and hides them there:
Thus protected,
All their foes they boldly dare.
