1 He holds in remembrance
Each one of His fold;
Their hairs are all numbered,
Their names are all told;
Their prayers are all answered,
Their cries are all heard:
How blest is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

2 Their bread, it is given,
The finest of wheat!
The waters they rest by
Are quiet and sweet;
He giveth them slumber,
As saith His Word:
How blest is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

3 ’Tis true they are strangers
And pilgrims on earth,
But theirs is a joy of
Unspeakable worth.
All robed in fine linen,
With armor and sword—
How blest is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

4 They travel the highway
Where nothing unclean
Has e’er left a footprint,
Has ever been seen;
There’s no sound of sighing
Where gladness has soared:
How blest is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!