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403 ZION 8.7.8.7.4.7

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Thomas Hastings

Zi- on stands with hills surrounded, Zion,kept by pow'r di- vine; {All her foes shall be confounded, Tho' the world in arms com-bine; }

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Zion! What a favored lot is thine! Hap-py Zion! What a favored lot is thine!

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406 REGENT SQUARE 8. 7. 8. 7. 8. 7

Henry Smart

1. Christ is made the sure foun - da tion, Christ the head and cor - ner-stone,

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of the Lord, and precious, Bind - ing all the Church in one;

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3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, 5 Here let him hold a lasting throne;

Here let thy praise be spread;

Bless the provisions of thy house,

And fill thy poor with bread.

DUNDEE C. M.

And, as his kingdom grows,

Fresh honors shall adorn his crown,

And shame confound his foes.

Isaac Watts

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1. O God, tho' count - less worlds of light Thy pow'r and glory show,

Tho' round thy throne, a bove all height,

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ser aphs glow,

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3 For not like kingdoms of the world A mountain that shall fill the earth, Thy holy church, O God!

409 (DUNDEE) C. M.

I O God, though countless worlds of
Thy power and glory show, [light
Though round thy throne, above all
Immortal seraphs glow,- [height,

2 Yet, Lord, where'er thy saints apart
Are met for praise and prayer,
Wherever sighs a contrite heart,
Thou, gracious God, art there.

3 With grateful joy, thy children rear This temple, Lord, to thee;

A house not made by hands.

A. Cleveland Coxe

Long may they sing thy praises here,
And here thy beauty see.

4 Here, Saviour, deign thy saints to
With peace their hearts to fill; [meet,
And here, like Sharon's odors sweet,
May grace divine distill.

5 Here may thy truth fresh triumphs Eternal Spirit, here, [win, In many a heart now dead in sin, A living temple rear.

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