Where are they who fear the Lord?
Are all gone astray, are all ruined?
Where is the remnant, the Lord’s chosen?
That cluster of grapes kissed by grace,
The people for whom payment was made.
Are there none who have been preserved?
Shall He fail Who promises to preserve?
Is anything too difficult for our Lord?
Through Him all things were made;
He spoke order into chaos and ruin.
Certainty itself is the free grace
That the Lord showers upon His chosen.
Let us praise His sovereign choice!
His decree ensures our preservation;
Consider this, ye sinners saved by grace;
For His Father’s glory did our Lord
Come and die to rescue us from ruin;
What else but Love’s sacrifice made?
The holy perfect one is our Maker!
Does Jehovah not have the right to choose
Vessels for mercy and vessels for ruin?
But apples of His eye He shall preserve;
He presents them to His Son the Lord;
No one shall keep them from His grace.
Just as He wishes, He will be gracious;
For His people are His promises made;
To whom can you compare our Lord?
In all, He does exactly as He chooses;
His flock will certainly be preserved;
But to the rebels will He delegate ruin.
Sin He utterly destroys, death He ruins;
Life trails in the wake of His grace;
A particular people He has preserved;
A holy nation, a royal priesthood made;
A family of children He has chosen;
Shout loud praises, all ye, to the Lord!
Jehovah preserves His children from ruin;
Behold our Lord, fountain of amazing grace;
His blood makes atonement for His chosen.