'Glorious Things spoken of Zion.'
1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word cannot be broken
Formed thee for his own abode.
2 On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose ?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.
3 See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
4 Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace, which, like the Lord the giver,
Never fails from age to age.
5 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near.
6 Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know.
Christ and the Church. Ps. 45.
1 THE King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorned with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.
2 At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen arrayed in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
3 He forms her beauties like his own;
He calls and seats her near his throne
Fair stranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.
4 So shall the king the more rejoice
In thee, the favorite of his choice;-
Let him be loved, and yet adored,
For he 's thy Savior and thy Lord.
5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies!
And all thy sons (a numerous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honors crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescension of his love.
Future Glory of the Church. Ps. 67.
1 ON thy church, O Power Divine,
Cause thy glorious face to shine;
Till the nations from afar
Hail her as their guiding star;
Till her sons from zone to zone
Make thy great salvation known.
2 Then shall God, with lavish hand,
Scatter blessings o'er the land;
Earth shall yield her rich increase,
Every breeze shall whisper peace,
And the world's remotest bound
With the voice of praise resound.
1 RISE, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes!
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display.
And break upon thee in a flood of day!
2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn!
See future sons and daughters, yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend!
See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings,
While every land its joyous tribute brings!
4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But, fixed his word, his saving power remains; Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.
The Future Peace and Glory of the Church.
1 HEAR what God the Lord hath spoken:
'O my people, faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you;
Cares and heart-felt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways;
You shall name your walls, salvation,
And your gates shall all be praise.
2 There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All his bounty shall bestow:
Still, in undisturbed possession,
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression,
Never hear of war again.
3 'Ye no more, your suns descending-
Waning moons-no more shall see;
But your griefs, forever ending,
Find eternal noon in me:
God shall rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory,
God your everlasting light.'
The Church on Earth and in Heaven, One.
1 THE saints on earth and those above
But one communion make:
Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,
All of his grace partake.
2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our king
In heaven and earth are one.
3 One family, we dwell in him;
One church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The swelling stream of death.
4 One army of the living God,-
To his command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.
5 Ten thousand to their endless home,
This passing moment, go;
And we are to the margin come,
And soon must follow too.
6 O God, be thou our constant guide!
And when the word is given,
Sustain us o'er the fearful tide,
And bring us safe to heaven.
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