Ye humble souls, rejoice,
And cheerful praises sing!
Wake all your harmony of voice;
For Jesus is your King!
That meek and lowly Lord,
Whom here your souls have known,
Pledges the honour of his word
T' avow you for his own.
He brings salvation near,
For which his blood was paid!
How beauteous shall your souls appear,
Thus sumptuously array'd!
Sing! for the day is nigh,
When near your Saviour's seat,
The tallest sons of pride shall lie
The footstool of your feet.
Salvation, Lord, is thine,
And all thy saints confess
The royal robes, in which they shine,
Were wrought by sovereign grace.
"If God be for us, who shall be against us?" The difficulties of our warfare are great, the enemies of our peace are many. The world may frown, and Satan will rage, but Jesus has the world, and is greater than all our foes. He will guide his people with his unerring wisdom, support them with his almighty arm, supply them out of the inexhaustible riches of his grace, revive them when fainting, heal them when wounded, plead for them above as their great high priest, manage for them upon earth as their great shepherd, and at last make them more than conquerors, and give them a crown of life.