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 co­ve­nant show,
And all His love im­part.

The deal­ings of His hand
Are truth and mer­cy still
With such as to His co­ve­nant stand,
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.