Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1850
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: How happy are the favored few
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Meter: PM
Tune: The Happy Few
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Page Number: 300, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHow happy are the fa-vored few
Who live be-low as an-gels do
In bliss-ful bowers a-bove;
Se-rene-ly calm with sweet content,
Their days, like days in heaven, are spent
In ho-li-ness and love,
In ho-li-ness and love,
Their days, like days in heaven, are spent
In ho-li-ness and love.
Say, what to them is pleasure's voice?
Or glory's flame! or wealth's gay toys?
Or all earth boasts besides?
This world is but their pilgrim rest,
And onward to their home they haste,
Where Christ their Lord abides.
The ills that o'er their pathway cross,
Disease, and poverty, and loss,
Are servants in disguise,
Who aid them in the holy strife
To seize the crown of endless life-
Bright heaven's enduring prize.
How peaceful their communings are,
Who thus with Christ, their Saviour, share
The Father's boundless grace;
Assured of his unfailing love
Their hopes, their joys are all above-
In heaven their native place.
Let storm on storm in angry mood,
And earthquake dire, and flame and flood,
In all their fury rise;
Their steady hearts shall know no fear,
For lo! their Father, God is near,
Who rules both earth and skies.
Oh! let me with that radiant band
Unite my trembling heart and hand,
Nor thence again be riven:
In life, in death, O let me be
One of that goodly company,
And shine with them in heaven.