Verse 1
God, who wouldst a world forgive,
Offer’st all sufficient grace:
All may in thy Son believe,
Numbers do thy Son embrace;
Numbers sav’d, from ev’ry sect,
Form the church of thy elect.

Verse 2
Scatter’d o’er the earth they lie,
Sheep with wolves incompast round,
Guided by their shepherd’s eye,
Safe they in the fold are found;
Angels all their steps attend,
Serve, and keep them to the end.

Verse 3
When thy judgments are abroad,
Them thou kindly dost conceal,
Hidden in the ark of God,
Shelter’d, they in Zoar dwell,
Find a sanctu’ry prepar’d,
Find omnipotence their guard.

Verse 4
Poor and mean, whom all reject,
Persecute, or else despise,
They their enemies protect,
Stay the vengeance of the skies:
Till thou hast secur’d thine own,
Stands the world for them alone.

Verse 5
States and empires rise, or fall,
Stands the church till time shall end,
Waiting for the Bridegroom’s call,
List’ning, longing to ascend,
Fair, and spotless, and compleat,
Jesus in the clouds to meet.

Verse 6
When the number is fulfill’d,
When the righteous are brought home,
When the mystery is seal’d,
Then the world shall meet its doom,
Earth burnt up in smoke expire,
Sinners in eternal fire.