While sin­ners ut­ter boast­ing words,
And glo­ry in their shame;
The Lord, well pleased, an ear af­fords
To those who fear His name.

They oft­en meet to seek His face,
And what they do or say,
Is not­ed in His book of grace,
Against ano­ther day.

For they, by faith, a day des­cry,
And joy­ful­ly ex­pect,
When He, des­cend­ing from the sky,
His jew­els will col­lect.

Unnoticed now, be­cause un­known,
A poor and suf­fer­ing few;
He comes to claim them for His own,
And bring them forth to view.

With trans­port then, their Sav­ior’s care
And fa­vor they shall prove;
As ten­der par­ents guard and spare
The child­ren of their love.

Assembled worlds will then dis­cern
The saints alone are blest;
When wrath shall like an ov­en burn,
And ven­geance strike the rest.