50 How blessed is the little flock

1 How blessed is the little flock, Whom Jesus calls His own! He is their Savior and their rock, They trust in Him alone; They walk by faith and hope and love, But they shall dwell with Him above, When hope and faith shall pass away, And love shall last for aye. 2 My Jesus, am I in that band, And wilt Thou call me Thine? Do I among the chosen stand Whose lamps so brightly shine? O let me not lie down to rest Till this I know, my Savior blest, Till I can say, by grace restored: "Thou know'st I love Thee, Lord!" 3 And even if with tears it be, That this to Thee I say, Yet Thou in grace wilt look on me And wipe my tears away; Yea, when but Thou who all dost know In me canst find Thy love below And own me Thine, then well is me, My all I have in Thee.