Where Shall The Man Be Found


Where shall the man be found,
That fears t’offend his God,
That loves the gospel’s joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod?

The Lord shall make him know
The secrets of his heart,
The wonders of his cov’enant show,
And all his love impart.

The dealings of his pow’r
Are truth and mercy still,
With such as keep his cov’nant sure,
And love to do his will.

Their souls shall dwell at ease
Before their Maker’s face,
Their seed shall taste the promises
In their extensive grace.