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Love to the Church.
Ps. cxxxvii.

2 I love Thy church, O God:

Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And graven on Thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend;

To her my cares and toils be given,

Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus, Thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring.

6 Sure as Thy truth shall last,

3 Let strangers walk around

The city where we dwell,
Compass and view Thy holy ground,
And mark the building well;

4 The orders of Thy house,

The worship of Thy court,

The cheerful songs, the solemn vows; And make a fair report.

5 How decent, and how wise! How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorned with gold.

6 The God we worship now

Will guide us, till we die;
Will be our God, while here below,
And ours above the sky.

'Twas tribulation ages since,
'Tis tribulation still.

6 No slacker grows the fight,
No feebler is the foe,

Nor less the need of armor tried,
Of shield and spear and bow.

7 Thus onward still we press

Through evil and through good, Through pain and poverty and want, Through peril and through blood.

8 Still faithful to our God,

And to our Captain true,

We follow where He leads the way,

The kingdom in our view.

Rev. Horatius Bonar. (19c8-) 1857. a.

WAREHAM.

II, 8.

Samuel Arnold. (1740-1802 C. 1780,

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O serve Him with gladness and fear; Exult in Hispresence with music and mirth, With love and devotion draw near. Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, Creator and Ruler o'er all;

And we are His people, His sceptre we own; His sheep, and we follow His call.

O enter His gates with thanksgiving and song,

Your vows in His temple proclaim; His praise with melodious accordance prolong,

And bless His adorable name.

For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,
And we are the work of His hand;
His mercy and truth from eternity stood,
And shall to eternity stand.

James Montgomery, 1822.

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"Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott. 2 With force of arms we nothing can, Full soon were we down-ridden; But for us fights the proper Man, Whom God himself hath bidden. Ask ye, who is this same? Christ Jesus is His name, The Lord Sabaoth's Son, He and no other one Shall conquer in the battle.

3 And were this world all devils o'er, And watching to devour us,

We lay it not to heart so sore,
Not they can overpower us.
And let the Prince of ill

P. M.

Look grim as e'er he will,
He harms us not a whit:
For why? His doom is writ,
One little word shall slay him.

4 That word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger,

But, spite of hell, shall have its course, 'Tis written by His finger.

And though they take our life,
Goods, honor, children, wife,
Yet is their profit small;
These things shall vanish all,
The Kingdom ours remaineth.

Martin Luther. 1529
Tr. by Thomas Carlyle. (1795-) 1831. sl. alt