2 I love her gates, I love the road: The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace, built for God, To show his milder face. 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praises and complaints; And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts and heavenly grace, Be her attendants blest! 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, There God, my Saviour reigns. 446 C. M. Yet will I not forget thee. Isaiah 49:15. A mother may forgetful be, For human love is frail; But thy Creator’s love to thee, O Zion! can not fail. 2 No! thy dear name engraven stands, In characters of love, On thy almighty Father’s hands, And never shall remove. 3 Before his ever watchful eye Thy mournful state appears; And every groan, and every sigh, Divine compassion hears. 4 O Zion! learn to doubt no more, Be every fear suppressed; Unchanging truth, and love, and power, Dwell in thy Saviour’s breast. 447 C. M. The Lord is my light and my salvation. Psalm 27:1. The Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation too; God is my strength, nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2 One blessing, Lord, my heart desires; O, grant me my abode Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God. 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy glory still; Shall hear thy messages of love, And learn thy holy will. 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may his children hide; God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide. 5 Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around, And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound. 448 C. M. Fear not, little flock. Luke 12:32. There is a little, lonely fold, Whose flock one Shepherd keeps, Through summer’s heat and winter’s cold, With eye that never sleeps. 2 By evil beast, or burning sky, Or damp of midnight air, Not one in all that flock shall die Beneath that Shepherd’s care. 3 For if, unheeding or beguiled, In danger’s path they roam, His pity follows through the wild, And guards them safely home. 4 O, gentle Shepherd, still behold Thy helpless charge in me; And take a wanderer to thy fold, That, trembling, turns to thee.