4.

Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end-
Accept the praise I bring.

THE CHURCH.

HYMN 146. 8s, 7s.

LORIOUS things of thee are spoken, U Sion, city of our God:

He whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for his own abode;
On the rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.

2.

See the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove;
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.

3.

Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near.

Blest inhabitants of Sion,

Washed in the Redeemer's blood! Jesus, whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God.

Saviour, if of Sion's city

I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in thy name:
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure,
None but Sion's children know.

HYMN 147. L. M.

TRIUMPHANT Sion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead: Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength.

2.

Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known:
Deck'd in the robes of righteousness,
The world thy glories shall confess.

3.

No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread; No more shall hell's insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast.

4.

God from on high has heard thy prayer,
His hand thy ruins shall repair:
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.

I

HYMN 148. S. M.

LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,

The Church our blest Redeemer saved
With his most 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.

3.

If e'er to bless thy sons,

My voice or hands deny,

These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.

4.

If e'er my heart forget

Her welfare, or her woe,
Let every joy this heart forsake,
And every grief o'erflow.

5.

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.

6.

Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

7.

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

8.

Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Sion shall be given,

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

HYMN 149. C. M.

THE Lord, the only God, is great,
And greatly to be praised

In Sion, on whose happy mount
His sacred throne is raised.

2.

In Sion we have seen perform'd
A work that was foretold,

In pledge that God, for times to come,
His city will uphold.

Let Sion's mount with joy resound;
Her daughters all be taught
In songs his judgments to extol,
Who this deliverance wrought.

Compass her walls in solemn pomp, Your eyes quite round her cast; Count all her towers, and see if there You find one stone displaced.

5.

Her forts and palaces survey,
Observe their order well,
That to the ages yet to come
His wonders you may tell.

6.

This God is ours, and will be ours,
Whilst we in him confide;
Who, as he has preserved us now,
Till death will be our guide.

HYMN 150. C. M.

'T WAS a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say,

Up, Israel, to the temple haste,
And keep your festal-day!

2.

At Salem's courts we must appear,
With our assembled powers,

In strong and beauteous order ranged
Like her united towers.

3.

'Tis thither, by divine command, The tribes of God repair,

Before his ark to celebrate

His Name with praise and prayer.