My soul, with joy attend,

My soul, with joy attend,
While Jesus silence breaks;
No angel's harp such music yields
As what my Shepherd speaks.

"I know my sheep," he cries;
"My soul approves them well;
Vain is the treacherous world's disguise,
And vain the rage of hell.

"I freely feed them now
With tokens of my love.
But richer pastures I prepare,
And sweeter streams above.

"Unnumbered years of bliss
I to my sheep will give;
And while my throne unshaken stands,
Shall all my chosen live.

"This tried almighty hand
Is raised for their defence;
Where is the power can reach them there,
Or what can force them thence?"

Enough, my gracious Lord,
Let faith triumphant cry;
My heart can on this promise live;
Can on this promise die.