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The Blessedness of the Soints. 8, 7. D. 2 Saviour, if of Zion's city 1 BLEST inhabitants of Zion,
I through grace a member am, Washed in the Redeemer's blood, Let the world deride or pity, Jesus, whom their souls rely on,
I will glory in Thy name: Makes them kings and priests to God: Fading is the worldling's pleasure, 'Tis His love His people raises
All his boasted pomp and show; Over self to reign as kings;
Solid joys and lasting treasure And as priests, His solemn praises
None but Zion's children know. Each for a thank-offering brings.
Rev. John Newton. 1779.
SICILY. 8, 7.
sure foun - da · tion, Christ the Head and Cor • ner - Stone, Lord, and pre- cious, Bind - ing all the Church in one,
834 2 All that dedicated city,
1 ZioN stands by hills surrounded, Dearly loved of God on high,
Zion kept by power divine: In exultant jubilation
All her foes shall be confounded, Pours perpetual melody;
Though the world in arms combine. God the One in Three adoring
Happy Zion! In glad hymns eternally.
What a favored lot is thine! 3 To this temple, where we call Thee,
2 Every human tie may perish; Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day:
Friend to friend unfaithful prove; With Thy wonted loving-kindness, Mothers cease their own to cherish; Hear Thy servants as they pray;
Heaven and earth at last remove; And Thy fullest benediction
But no changes Shed within its walls alway.
Can attend Jehovah's love. 4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants What they ask of Thee to gain,
3 In the furnace God may prove thee, What they gain from Thee for ever
Thence to bring thee forth more bright, With the blessed to retain,
But can never cease to love thee; And hereafter in Thy glory
Thou art precious in His sight:
God is with thee,
God thine everlasting light.
Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769-1855.) 1806. ab
The church our
blest Re - deem - er saved
Love to the Churck.
Her walls before Thee stand,
And graven on Thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall,
For her my prayers ascend;
Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Jesus, Thou Friend divine,
Our Saviour and our King,
Shall great deliverance bring. 6 Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
And brighter bliss of heaven.
The Beauty of the Church,
The world declares Thy praise ;
Their songs of honor raise. 2 With joy let Judah stand
On Zion's chosen hill,
And counsels of Thy will.
With Ilis own pre - cious blood.
3 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell,
And mark the building well; 4 The orders of Thy house,
The worship of Thy court,
And make a fair report.
How glorious to behold!
And rites adorned with gold. 6 The God we worship now
Will guide us, till we die;
Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1719
And let His praise be great;
His most delightful seat.
How beautiful they stand,
And bulwarks of our land.
A Refuge in distress;
Through all lier palaces !
4 Oft have our fathers told,
Then raise and quench the sacred thirst
That never pains again.
3 Come, kingdom of our God,
And make the broad earth thine; 5 In every new distress
Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod
That flowers with grace divine.
4. Soon may all tribes be blest
And in its shade, like brothers, rest, "Come, Kingdom of our God." S. M.
Sons of one family. 1 COME, kingdom of our God,
Sweet reign of light and love, 5 Come, kingdom of our God, Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad,
And raise the glorious throne And wisdom from above.
In worlds by the undying trod, 2 Over our spirits first
When God shall bless His own. Extend thy healing reign;
Rev. Henry D. Johns. 1865.
The Pilgrim Church, 2 The story of the past
Comes up before her view;
Old, and yet ever new, 3 'Tis the same story still
Of sin and weariness,
To pardon and to bless. 4 No wider is the gate,
No broader is the way,
That leads to light and day. 5 No sweetor is the cup,
Nor less our lot of ill :
'Twas tribulation ages since,
'Tis tribulation still.
No feebler is the foe,
Of shield and spear and bow.
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,
Rev. Horatius Donar. (1808-) 1857. ab.
WAREHAM. 11, 8.
Samuel Arnold. (1740—1802
1. O GREAT is Je - hovah, and great be His praise; In the cit-y of God He is King:
ye His triumphs in ju - bi- lant lays; On the mount of His hooli- ness sing,
Proclaim ye His triumphs in ju - bi- lant lays; On the mount of His ho- li- ness sing.
" Walk about Zion."
"Make a joyful Noise.' ? The joy of the earth, from her beautiful 1 Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth ; height,
O serve Himn with gladness and fear; Is Zion's impregnable hill;
Exult in Hispresence with music and mirth, The Lord in her temple still taketh de With love and devotion draw near. light;
2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, God reigns in her palaces still.
Creator and Ruler o'er all;
And we are His people, His sceptre we own; 3 Go, walk about Zion, and measure the
His sheep, and we follow His call." length, Her walls and her bulwarks mark well; 3 O enter His gates with thanksgiving and Contemplate her palaces, glorious in song, strength,
Your vows in His temple proclaim; Her towers and thcir pinnacles tell. His praise with melodious accordance pro
long, 4 Then say to your children, “Our strong And bless His adorable name. hold is tried ;
4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, This God is our God to the end; His people forever His counsels shall guide, His mercy and truth from eternity stood,
And we are the work of His hand; His arm shall forever defend."
And shall to eternity stand.
James Montgomery. 1822
The an-cient Prince of hell Hath risen with pur-pose fell; Strong mail of craft and
“Ein' feste Burg ist 199ser 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?
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
Look grim as e'er he will,
For why? His doom is writ,
One little word shall slay him. 14. That word, for all their craft and force,
One moment will not linger,
And though they take our life,
These things shall vanish all,
Martin Luther. 1529.