The Blessed Nation - Georgia C. Elliott

He holds in remembrance
Each one of His fold;
Their hairs are all numbered,
Their names are all told;
Their prayers are all answered,
Their cries are all heard:
How blessed is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

Their bread, it is given,
The finest of wheat!
The waters they rest by
Are quiet and sweet;
He giveth them slumber,
As saith His Word:
How blessed is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

‘Tis true they are strangers
And pilgrims on earth,
But theirs is a joy of
Unspeakable worth.
All robed in fine linen,
With armor and sword—
How blessed is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

They travel the Highway
Where nothing unclean
Ever is met with
Or ever is seen;
There’s no sound of sighing;
Songs of gladness are heard;
How blessed is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!

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Georgia C. Elliott (20th century) USA
Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord;
and the people whom He hath chosen for His inheritance.
Psalm 33:12