2. See, the streams of living waters Springing from eternal love Well supply thy sons and daughters And all fear of want remove. Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst t’assuage— Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age? 3. Savior, since of Zion’s city I, through grace, a member am, Let the world deride or pity, I will glory in Thy name. Fading is the worldling’s pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion’s children know. John Newton, 1779. 465 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7 Zion stands with hills surrounded, Zion, kept by power divine; All her foes shall be confounded, Though the world in arms combine. Happy Zion, What a happy lot is thine! 2. Every human tie may perish, Friend to friend unfaithful prove, Brothers cease their own to cherish, Heaven and earth at last remove; But no changes Can attend Jehovah’s love. 3. 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. Thomas Kelly, 1806. 466 7, 6, 8 l The Church’s one foundation Is Jesus Christ, her Lord; She is His new creation By water and the Word. From heav’n He came and sought her To be His holy bride; With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died. 2. Elect from every nation, Yet one o’er all the earth, Her charter of salvation One Lord, one faith, one birth. One holy name she blesses, Partakes one holy food, And to one hope she presses, With every grace endued. 3. Though with a scornful wonder Men see her sore oppressed, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distressed, Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, “How long?” And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song. 4. Mid toil and tribulation And tumult of her war She waits the consummation Of peace forevermore, Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest. 5. Yet she on earth hath union With God, the Three in One, And mystic, sweet communion With those whose rest is won. O happy ones and holy! Lord, give us grace that we, Like them, the meek and lowly, On high may dwell with Thee. S. J. Stone, 1866. 467