How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! <br />How sure is their defense! <br />Eternal wisdom is their guide, <br />Their help Omnipotence. <br /> <br />In foreign realms, and lands remote, <br />Supported by Thy care, <br />Through burning climes they pass unhurt, <br />And breathe in tainted air. <br /> <br />When by the dreadful tempest borne <br />High on the broken wave, <br />They know Thou art not slow to her, <br />Nor impotent to save. <br /> <br />The storm is laid, the winds retire, <br />Obedient to Thy will, <br />The sea, that roars at Thy command, <br />At Thy command is still. <br /> <br />From all our griefs and fears, O Lord, <br />Thy mercy sets us free; <br />While in the confidence of prayer <br />Our hearts take hold on Thee. <br /> <br />In midst of dangers, fears and death, <br />Thy goodness we adore; <br />We praise Thee for Thy mercies past, <br />And humbly hope for more <br /> <br />Our life, while Thou preservest life, <br />A sacrifice shall be; <br />And death, when death shall be our lot, <br />Shall join our souls to Thee.<br /><br />Joseph Addison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-are-thy-servants-blest-o-lord/
