The Psalms of David ‎#II.LXIV

II.LXIV. Happy the Church, thou sacred place

1 Happy the Church, thou sacred Place,
The Seat of thy Creator's Grace;
Thine holy Courts are his Abode,
Thou earthly Palace of our God!

2 Thy Walls are Strength, and at thy Gates
A Guard of heav'nly Warriors waits;
Nor shall thy deep Foundations move,
Fix'd on his Counsels and his Love.

3 Thy Foes in vain Designs engage,
Against his Throne in vain they rage,
Like rising Waves, with angry Roar,
That dash and die upon the Shore.

4 Then let our Souls in Sion dwell,
Nor fear the Wrath of Rome and Hell;
His Arms embrace this happy Ground,
Like brazen Bulwarks built around.

5 God is our Shield, and God our Sun;
Swift as the fleeting Moments run,
On us he sheds new Beams of Grace;
And we reflect his brightest Praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Happy the Church, thou sacred place
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Topic: Church: Its Safety and Protection; Zion: The Glory and Defence; Saints: Security
• Notes: Public Domain.

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