3 This is the field where hidden lies, 5 This is the Judge that ends the strife, 60 may thy counsels, mighty God, THE CHURCH OF GOD. 512. The Beauty of the Church. (S. M.) AR as thy name is known, 1 FAR 2 The world declares thy praise; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, With joy let Judah stand On Sion's chosen hill; Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. 3 Let strangers walk around Compass and view thine holy ground, 4 The orders of thy house, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows; 5 How decent and how wise! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 6 The God we worship now, 513. The Church the Birth-place of the Saints. (L. M.) OD in his early temple lays Foundations for his heavenly praise: He likes the tents of Jacob well, But still in Zion loves to dwell. 2 His mercy visits every house, That pay their night and morning vows; Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. 5 When God makes up his last account, Of natives in his holy mount, "Twill be an honour to appear As one new-born or nourish'd there! 514. The Church is the Garden of God. (L. M.) 1 ORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thine hand; Let me within thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above: Not Lebanon with all its trees, Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive ;) Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew The Lord is holy, just, and true; None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind. 515. 1 Going to Church. (C. M.) HOW did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, 2 I love her gates, I love the road; 3 Up to her courts with joys unknown, The Son of David holds his throne, 4 He hears our praises and complaints; 5 Peace be within this sacred place, 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, 16. The same. (P.M.) 1 HOW pleas'd and bless'd was I, To hear the people cry, Come, let us seek our God to day!" We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorn'd with wond'rous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 There David's greater Son He makes the sinner sad, 4 May peace attend thy gate, Makes thee his blest abode, 517. A Church established. (C.M.) 1 NO sleep nor slumber to his eyes, Good David would afford, Till he had found below the skies 2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his name, 3 But we have no such lengths to go, Where'er thy saints assemble now, |