833 "Angulare Fundamentum." 2 All that dedicated city, Dearly loved of God on high, In exultant jubilation Pours perpetual melody; 3 To this temple, where we call Thee, Shed within its walls alway. 4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants Unknown Author of the 8th century, Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818--1866.) 1851. ab. and alt. 835 Love to the Church. 2 I love Thy church, O God: Her walls before Thee stand, 3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 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 3 Let strangers walk around 4 The orders of Thy house, The worship of Thy court, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows; 5 How decent, and how wise! How glorious to behold! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorned with gold. 6 The God we worship now Will guide us, till we die; 837 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1719. The Church the Safety of the Nation. I GREAT is the Lord our God, 2 These temples of His grace, 3 In Zion God is known, A Refuge in distress; How bright has His salvation shone 'Twas tribulation ages since, 6 No slacker grows the fight, Nor less the need of armor tried, 7 Thus onward still we press Through evil and through good, Through pain and poverty and want, Through peril and through blood. 8 Still faithful to our God, And to our Captain true, We follow where He leads the way, Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808-) 1857. ab. WAREHAM. 11, 8. Samuel Arnold. (1740-1802 c. 1780. 1. O GREAT is Jehovah, and great be His praise; In the city of God He is King: Proclaim ye His triumphs in ju - bi- lant lays; On the mount of His ho-li- ness sing, Proclaim ye His triumphs in ju - bi- lant lays; On the mount of His ho-li- ness sing. 2 The joy of the earth, from her beautiful I BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth; The ancient Prince of hell Hath risen with pur-pose fell; Strong mail of craft and power He wear-eth in this hour, On earth is not his fel low. 842 "Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott." 2 With force of arms we nothing can, 3 And were this world all devils o'er, And watching to devour us, P. M. Look grim as e'er he will, 4 That word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger, But, spite of hell, shall have its course, 'Tis written by His finger. And though they take our life, Martin Luther. 1529. |