There mercy, like a river, flows, 206 EXALT the Lord our God, And worship at his feet; His nature is all holiness, Peckham. When Israel was his church, He gave his people rest. Oft he forgave their sins, Nor would destroy their race; And oft he made his vengeance known. Exalt the Lord our God, Whose grace is still the same; Still he's a God of holiness, 207 Southwark. HOW pleas'd and bless'd was I To hear the people cry, "Come let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay. Zion, thrice happy place, And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear He makes the sinners sad, May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, A thousand blessings on him rest! 208 ; Zion Church, HOW did my heart rejoice to hear Thy saints devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, I love her gates, I love the road; Stands like a palace built for God, Up to her courts with joys unknown, He bears our praises and complaints, Peace be within this sacred place, My soul shall pray for Zion still, There my best friends, my kindred dwell, COME, we that love the Lord, The sorrows of the mind Be banish'd from this place; Lonsdale. The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, A thousand sacred sweets, Then let our songs abound, We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. There we shall see his face, And never, never sin : There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in. 210 Falcon Street. FAR as thy name is known The world declares thy praise; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, With joy let Judah stand On Zion's chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. Let strangers walk around Compass and view thine holy ground, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows ; And make a fair report. How decent and how wise: How glorious to behold! Beyond the pomp, that charms the eyes, The God we worship now Will guide us 'till we die, Will be our God while here below, 211 Foundling. GREAT God, attend,, while Sion sings |