A nation God delights to bless

Verse 1
A nation God delights to bless
Can all our raging foes distress,
Or hurt whom they surround?
Hid from the general scourge we are,
Nor see the bloody waste of war,
Nor hear the trumpet’s sound.

Verse 2
O might we, Lord, the grace improve,
By labouring for the rest of love,
The soul-composing power!
Bless us with thine internal peace,
And all the fruits of righteousness,
’Till time shall be no more.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “When he giveth quietness, who then can make trouble? And when he hideth his face, who then can behold him? Whether it be done against a nation, or against a man only.”—Job xxxiv. 29.Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 268.
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