4 When kings against her joined, And saw the Lord was there, In wild confusion of the mind, They fled with hasty fear. 5 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where his own sheep have been. 6 In every new distress We’ll to his house repair; We’ll call to mind his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. 453 S. M. I love thy kingdom, Lord. I Love thy kingdom, Lord— The house of thine abode, The church our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy Church, O God! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Jesus, thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. 6 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. 454 S. M. How amiable are thy tabernacles. Psalm 84:1. How charming is the place Where my Redeemer God Unvails the beauties of his face, And sheds his love abroad! 2 Not the fair palaces To which the great resort, Are once to be compared with this, Where Jesus holds his court. 3 Here on the mercy-seat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around. 4 To him their prayers and cries Each humble soul presents; He listens to their broken sighs, And grants them all their wants. 5 Give me, O Lord, a place Within thy blessed abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God. 455 S. M. It shall stand for ever. Dan. 2:44. Thy kingdom, gracious Lord, Shall never pass away; Firm as thy truth it still shall stand, When earthly thrones decay. 2 Thy people here have found, Through many weary years, The sweet communion, joy and peace, To banish all their fears. 3 And now while in thy courts, Do thou our love increase; Give us the food our spirits need, And fill our hearts with peace. 456 S. M. The ark of God. Like Noah’s weary dove, That soared the earth around, But not a resting-place above The cheerless waters found;