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763 The Church immovable.
765 The kingdoms one.
And saved by grace alone;
Their heaven on earth begun. 2 We mark her goodly battlements,
2 The Church triumphant in thy love, And her foundations strong;
Their mighty joys we know: We hear within the solemn voice
They sing the Lamb in hymns above, Of her unending song.
And we in hymns below. 3 For not like kingdoms of the world 3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praises Thy holy Church, o God!
And bow before thy throne; Though earthquake shocks are threaten- We in the kingdom of thy grace: ing her,
The kingdoms are but one. And tempests are abroad;
4 The holy to the holiest leads, 4 Unshaken as eternal hills,
And thence our spirits rise; Immovable she stands,
For he that in thy statutes treads A mountain that shall all the earth,
Shall meet thee in the skies. A house not made by hands.
CHARLES WESLEY, A. CLEVELAND COXE, 764
766 Founded on a Rock.
The sure Foundation. 1 WITH stately towers and bulwarks strong,
1 BEHOLD the sure Foundation-stone Unrivaled and alone,
Which God in Zion lays, Loved theme of many a sacred song,
To build our heavenly hopes upon, God's holy city shone.
And his eternal praise. 2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,
2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, The glory of all lands;
We now adore thy name; Yet fairer, and in strength complete,
We trust our whole salvation here, The Christian temple stands.
Nor can we suffer shame. 3 The faithful of each clime and age
3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, This glorious Church compose;
Reject it with disdain; Built on a Rock, with idle rage
Yet on this Rock the Church shall rest, The threatening tempest blows.
And envy rage in vain. 4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm, 4 What though the gates of hell withstood! Thy God is thy defense;
Yet must this building rise; And weak and powerless every arm
'Tis thine own work, Almighty God, Against Omnipotence.
And wondrous in our eyes.
8, 7, 4.
Mothers cease their own to cherish;
But no changes
Thence to bring thee forth more bright,
God is with thee,
767 Good news for Zion.
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Mourning captive! God himself shall loose thy bands. 2 Has thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning; Zion still is well beloved. 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee;
He himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall flee before thee; Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Great deliverance Zion's King will surely send. 4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee;
All thy warfare now is past; God thy Saviour will defend thee; Victory is thine at last:
All thy conflicts End in everlasting rest.
[C. M. Tune, St. Ann's. Page 286.] 769 The truly blest. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord,
From noise and trouble free! How beautiful the sweet accord
Of souls that pray to thee! 2 Lord God of bosts that reign'st on high!
They are the truly blest Who only will on thee rely,
In thee alone will rest.
The dry and barren ground,
Where springs and showers abound. 4 They journey on from strength
strength, With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length
In Zion's courts appear.
768 Jehovah, the defense of Zion. 1 Zion, stands with hills surrounded,
Zion, kept by power divine: All her foes shall be confounded, Though the world in arms combine:
Happy Zion, What a favored lot is thine! 2 Every human tie may perish;
Friend to friend unfaithful prove;
God the Father, God the Son,
Rev. WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG, D.D.
Love for Zion. 1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode, The Church our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy Church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy 'hand.
For ber my prayers ascend;
Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my bighest joy
I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.
772 The Church's confidence and
security. 1 Who in the Lord confide,
And feel his sprinkled blood, In storms and hurricanes abide
Firm as the mount of God:
His Zion cannot move;
In Jesus' guardian love. 2 As round Jerusalem
The hilly bulwarks rise, So God protects and covers them
From all their enemies.
And for his Israel cares;
Their souls forever bears.
771 For a revival.
In Zion's gloomy hour,
By thy restoring power. 20 let thy chosen few
Awake to earnest prayer; Their covenant again renew,
And walk in Alial fear.
And Spirit, One in Three, Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall forever be.
The forty-sixth Psalm. 1 GOD is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
In sacred peace our souls abide; While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God, Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode. 5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls; Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls. 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on his truth, and armed with power.
Awake, Jerusalem, awake! 1 AWAKE, Jerusalem, awake!
No longer in thy sins lie down: The garment of salvation take;
Thy beauty and thy strength put on. 2 Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight,
And hides the promise from thine eyes; Arise, and struggle into light;
The great Deliverer calls, “Arise!” 3 Shake off the bands of sad despair;
Zion, assert thy liberty;
And God shall set the captive free. 4 Vessels of mercy, sons of grace,
Be purged from every sinful stain; Be like your Lord, his word embrace,
Nor bear his hallowed name in vain.
774 The river of life. 1 GREAT Source of being and of love! Thou waterest all the worlds above; And all the joys which inortals know, From thine exhaustless fountain flow.