THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH.

8s & 7s.

604.

Tune 167.

GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, 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 mayst 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 to 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:
Thus deriving from their banner
Light by night and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna,
Which he gives them when they pray.

4 Blest inhabitants of Zion,

Washed in the Redeemer's blood!
Jesus, whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God: 'Tis his love his people raises

In his courts to reign as kings,
And as priests, his solemn praises
Each for a thank-offering brings.

5 Saviour, if of Zion'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 Zion's children know.

8s, 7s & 4s.

605.

Tune 585.

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;
Mothers cease their own to cherish;
Heaven and earth at last remove;
But no changes

Can attend Jehovah's love.

3 In the furnace God may prove thee,
Thence to bring thee forth more bright,
But can never cease to love thee;
Thou art precious in his sight;

S. M.

God is with thee,

God, thine everlasting light.

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.

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,
To Zion shall be given

C. M.

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

HAIL, church of Christ, bought with his

blood!

The world I freely leave;

Ye children of the living God,

Me in your tents receive.

2 Bride of the Lamb, I'm one in heart

With thee, through boundless grace,
And I will never from thee part;
This bond shall never cease.

3 Closely I'll follow Christ with thee,
I'll go thy safest road:

Thy people shall my people be,
And thine shall be my God.

4 And am I, Jesus, one of those
Who in thy fold have place?

Who, gathered round the erected cross,
Enjoy redeeming grace?

5 Oh yes, nor would I change my lot
For an archangel's throne;

By grace I'll keep the place I've got,
To thee I'll live alone.

C. M.

608.

Tune 593.

OH! where are kings and empires now,
Of old that went and came?
But, Lord! thy church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements
And her foundations strong;
We hear within the solemn voice
Of her unending song.

3 For not like kingdoms of the world
Thy holy church, O God!

Though earthquake shocks are threat'ning her, And tempests are abroad;

4 Unshaken as eternal hills,

Immovable she stands,

A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.

L. M.

609.

Tune 22.

I LOVE the Lord who died for me,
I love his grace divine and free ;
I love the scriptures, there I read,
Christ loved me, and for me bled.

2 I love his tears and sufferings great,
I love his precious bloody sweat,
I love his blood; were that not spilt,
I could not have been freed from guilt.

3 I love to hear that he was slain,
I love his every grief and pain,
I love to meditate by faith
Upon his meritorious death.

4 I love Mount Calvary, where his love
Stronger than death itself did prove;
I love to walk his dolorous way,
I love the grave where Jesus lay.
5 I love his people and their ways,
I love with them to pray and praise;
I love the Father and the Son,
I love the Spirit he sent down.

6 I love to think the time will come,
When I shall be with him at home,
And praise him in eternity:
Then shall my love completed be.

ON thy ransomed congregation,
Lord, lift up thy countenance;
Be our help, joy, and salvation,
Life and health to us dispense.

2 In each heart, oh fix thy dwelling,
There erect a monument
Of thy love, all love excelling,
There fulfill thy blest intent.

3 Take us under thy protection,
Grant us to obey thy voice,
Simply follow thy direction,

To thy will resign our choice.

4 Of each weight still more divested,
Freed from every earthly view,

Be our purpose, unmolested
Our high calling to pursue.

Tune 16.