When sinners utter boasting words,

And glory in their shame;

The LORD, well–pleased, an ear affords

To those who fear his name.

They often meet to seek his face,

And what they do, or say,

Is noted in his book of grace

Against another day.

For they, by faith, a day descry,

And joyfully expect,

When he, descending from the sky,

His jewels will collect.

Unnoticed now, because unknown,

A poor and suff’ring few;

He comes to claim them for his own,

And bring them forth to view.

With transport then their Savior’s care

And favor they shall prove;

As tender parents guard and spare

The children of their love.

Assembled worlds will then discern

The saints alone are blest;

When wrath shall like an oven burn,

And vengeance strike the rest.