B. Francis, 1774.
458
S. M.
Great is the Lord, our God,
And let His praise be great;
He makes the Church His own abode,
His most delightful seat.
2. In Zion God is known,
A Refuge in distress;
How bright has His salvation shone
Through all her palaces!
3. Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold
Where His own sheep have been.
4. In every new distress
We’ll to His house repair;
We’ll think upon His wondrous grace
And seek deliverance there.
Isaac Watts, 1719, abr.
459
L. M.
Here in Thy name, eternal God,
We build this earthly house for Thee;
Oh, choose it for Thy fixed abode
And keep it from all error free!
2. Here, when Thy people seek Thy face
And dying sinners pray to live,
Hear Thou in heaven, Thy dwelling-place;
And when Thou hearest, Lord, forgive.
3. Here, when Thy messengers proclaim
The blessed Gospel of Thy Son,
Still by the power of His great name
Be mighty signs and wonders done.
4. When children’s voices raise the song,
“Hosanna to the heavenly King!”
Let heaven with earth the strain prolong,
Hosanna! let the angels sing.
5. Thy glory never hence depart;
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone:
Thy kingdom come to every heart,
In every bosom fix Thy throne.
James Montgomery, 1822.
THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS.
460
L. M.
There is within this heart of mine
A little church, with sacred shrine,
And stained forever with the blood
Of Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God.
2. Here dwelleth God the Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One;
He is my soul’s beloved Guest
And grants my heart true peace and rest.
3. This little church looks poor and odd;
But being the abode of God,
It has a glorious, peerless grace:
It is God’s royal dwelling-place.
4. This little church, Lord, I commend
Unto Thy care and pray: Defend
And shield it from calamity,
Dwell there now and eternally.
From the Latin of B. Walther; B. Derschau, † 1639; A. Crull, tr.
461
8, 7, 8, 7
Lord, in Thy kingdom there shall be
No aliens from each other,
But even as he loves himself
Each saint shall love his brother.
2. When in Thy courts below we meet
To mourn our sinful living
And with united hearts repeat
Confession, creed, thanksgiving:
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