449 C. M. You are come unto Mount Zion. Heb. 12:22. Not to the terrors of the Lord, The tempest, fire, and smoke— Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke;— 2 But we are come to Zion hill, The city of our God, Where milder words declare his will, And spread his love abroad. 3 Behold the great, the glorious host Of angels clothed in light! Behold the spirits of the just, Whose faith is turned to sight! 4 Behold the blest assembly there, Whose names are writ in heaven! And God, the Judge, who doth declare Their vilest sins forgiven! 5 Saints here, and those in Jesus dead, But one communion make; All join in Christ, their living head, And of his grace partake. 6 In such society as this My weary soul would rest; The man that dwells where Jesus is Must be for ever blessed. 450 C. M. Rev. 1:20. Our Christ hath reached his heavenly seat, Through sorrows and through scars; The golden lamps are at his feet, And in his hand the stars. 2 O God of life, and truth, and grace, Ere nature was begun! Make welcome to our erring race Thy Spirit and thy Son. 3 We hail the Church, built high o’er all The heathens’ rage and scoff; Thy providence its fenced wall, “The Lamb the light thereof.” 4 O, may he walk among us here, With his rebuke and love— A brightness o’er this lower sphere, A ray from worlds above! 451 C. M. His kingdom is everlasting. Danl. 7:27. O where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came? But holy Church is praying yet, A thousand years the same. 2 Mark ye her holy battlements, And her foundations strong: And hear within, the solemn voice, And her unending song. 3 For not like kingdoms of the world, The Holy Church of God! Though earthquake shocks are rocking her, And tempests are abroad; 4 Unshaken as eternal hills, Unmovable she stands— A mountain that shall fill the earth, A fane unbuilt by hands. 452 S. M. The Lord is great in Zion. Psalm 99:2. Great is the Lord our God, And let his praise be great; He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat. 2 These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand! The honors of our native place, And bulwarks of our land. 3 In Zion God is known, A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone, Through all her palaces!