4 Here would I dwell, and ne'er remove
Here I am safe from all alarms;
My rest is "everlasting love,"
My refuge, "everlasting arms."
239. The Security of the Church. 8-7-7.
And it shall be to me a name of joy, a praise and an honour before all the nations of the earth. JER. xxxiii. 9.
YE, who love the cause of Zion,
Tho' despis'd of men, and few ;
Arm'd with courage like the lion,
Fear not all that man can do.
What, tho' all the world oppose ?
GOD is stronger than our foes.
2 Friends of Zion, mark the promise-
" Zion shall become a praise."
Earth and hell would wrest it from us,
But in vain, our SAVIOUR says-
Zion's King, is "Lord of Lords,"
His are true and faithful words.
3 [Zion's foes may all assemble,
But their counsel cannot stand :
Soon the stoutest heart will tremble,
When the Lord shall raise his hand:
Who to her would ruin bring,
First must vanquish Zion's King.]
4 Now, ye people, walk around her,
View her walls and count her tow'rs;
See how God, her gracious founder,
Keeps her safe from hostile pow'rs:
Zion's children live secure;
God has made their "dwelling sure."
5 See her firm and deep foundation;
Zion stands upon a rock;
Gon hath call'd her walls "salvation,"
Form'd to stand each adverse shock:
Strength and glory here unite:
Zion is the Lord's delight.
240. The Security of the Church.
As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about his people from henceforth even for ever. -PSALM CXXV. 2.
ZION stands by hills surrounded,
Zion kept by pow'r divine:
All her foes shall be confounded,
Tho' the world in arms combine,
Happy Zion!
What a favour'd lot is thine!
2 Ev'ry human tie may perish!
Friend to friend unfaithful prove; Mothers cease their own to cherish; Heav'n and earth at last remove; But no changes ton of of #
Can attend JEHOVAN's love
3 If thy God should show displeasure, 'Tis to save, and not destroy;
If he punish, 'tis in measure;
'Tis to rid thee of alloy.
Be thou patient;
Soon thy grief shall turn to joy. 4 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:
GOD is with thee,
God thine everlasting light.
241. Not ashamed of Christ. L.M.
Whosoever therefore shall be ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him also shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he cometh in the Glory of his Father with the holy angels.-MARK viii. 38.
ASHAM'D of Jesus! can it be?
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor!
O may I scorn it more and more!
2 Asham'd of JESUS! of that friend,
On whom my hopes of Heav'n depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
3 Asham'd of JESUS! yes, I may,
When I've no sins to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to cr
And no immortal soul to save.
4 Till then-nor is the boasting vain-
Till then, I'll boast a SAVIOUR slain;
And O may this my portion be,
That SAVIOUR not asham'd of me !
And he brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved? and they said, Believe on the LORD JESUS CHRIST, and thou shalt be saved.-Acts xvi. 30, 31.
WITH melting heart and weeping eyes,
My guilty soul for mercy cries;
What shall I do, or whither flee,
T' escape that vengeance due to me?
2 Till now, I saw no danger nigh;
I liv'd at ease, nor fear'd to die:
Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride,
I shall have peace at last, 1 cry'd.
3 But when, O Lord! thy light divine
Had shone ou this dark soul of mine,
Then I beheld, with trembling awe,
The terrors of thy holy law.
4 How fearful now my guilt appears,
In childhood, youth, and growing years!
Before thy pure discerning eye,
How vile and full of sin am I.
5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue,
Death and destruction are my due;
Yet mercy can my guilt forgive,
And bid bid a dying sinner live.
6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim
Salvation free in JESU's name?
To him I look, and humbly cry,
O save a wretch condemn'd to di
243. Cleaving to Christ. L.M.
Will ye also go away? Then Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life. JOHN vi. 67, 68.
THOU only sov'reign of my heart,
My refuge, my Almighty friend!
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend ?
2 Whither, ah, whither should I go,
A wretched wanderer from my Lord ?
Can this dark world of sin and woe
One gleam of happiness afford ?
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