The Church our blest Redeem-er saved With His own pre-cious blood. A-men. 2 I love Thy Church, O God: Her walls before Thee stand, 3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, 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 6 Sure as Thy truth shall last, The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. Rev. TIMOTHY DWIGHT, 1800 The moun-tains climbed, the torrents crossed,Thro' many a wea Copyright, 1895, by THE TRUSTEES OF THE PRESBYTERIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION AND SABBATH SCHOOL WORK 536 AURELIA 7.6.7.6.D. 4 4 S. S. WESLEY, 1864 g 9b4 564 The Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord; With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died. gg A-men. Thine abode my heart as-pires,With warm de -sires to 2 O happy souls that pray O happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise Thee still; and happy they That love the way to Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet! 4 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence; With gifts His hands are filled; We draw our blessings thence. Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts alone in Thee. Rev. ISAAC WATTS, 1719 |