6 Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.
LORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He whose word can not be broken,
Formed Thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose!
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
2 See, the streams of living waters
Springing from eternal Love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.
3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near:
Thus they march, the pillar leading,
Light by night, and shade by day;
Daily on the manna feeding
Which He gives them when they pray.
4 Savior, if of Zion City
I, through grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy name.
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know.
OD is our refuge and defense;
In trouble our unfailing aid:
Secure in His omnipotence,
What foe can make our souls afraid!
2 Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountains down the gulf be hurled, His people smile amid the shock:
They look beyond this transient world.
3 There is a river, pure and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains,
Where in eternity of light
The city of our God remains.
4 Built by the word of His command,
With His unclouded presence blest,
Firm as His throne the bulwarks stand;
There is our home, our hope, our rest.
LORD Jesus Christ, the cause is Thine,
The cause for which we pray; And since it is of Thy design,
It can not pass away.
Yet ev'ry seed, its life to show,
And as a fruitful plant to grow,
Must perish in the silent grave;
Thus losing life, our life we save,
Our life we save,
Our mortal life we save.
2 Through sorrow's vale Thy pathway led
To heaven's joyful plain,
And we must follow Thee, our Head,
If we that joy would gain.
O let us, then, Thy sufferings share,
And lead us to Thy kingdom fair;
May we, who sorrow here with Thee,
In yonder life Thy glory see,
Thy glory see,
Thy wondrous glory see.
3 Thou art in truth the grain of wheat
That sank into the grave;
But now in heaven is Thy seat,
And Thou hast power to save.
So let Thy messengers proclaim
To all the world Thy glorious name,
Thy name repleat with bliss and joy,
And keep us too in Thine employ,
In Thine employ,
Keep us in Thine employ.
S. Preiswerk. H. Brueckner, Tr.
ARM of the Lord, awake! awake!
Put on Thy strength! the nations shake! And let the world adoring see
Triumph of mercy wrought by Thee.
2 Say to the heathen from Thy throne,
I am Jehovah, God alone:
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
3 Let Zion's time of favor come;
Oh, bring the tribes of Israel home;
And let our wondering eyes behold
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold.
4 Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim
In every clime, of every name;
Let adverse powers before Thee fall,
And crown the Savior Lord of all.
WITH hearts in love abounding,
Prepare we now to sing
A lofty theme, resounding
Thy praise, almighty King;
Whose love, rich gifts bestowing,
Redeemed the human race;
Whose lips with zeal o'erflowing,
Breathe words of truth and grace.
2 So reign, O God of heaven,
Eternally the same;
And endless praise be given
To Thy almighty name.
Cloth'd in Thy dazzling brightness,
Thy church on earth behold,
In robe of purest whiteness,
In raiment wrought with gold.
3 And let each Gentile nation
Come gladly in her train,
To share Thy great salvation,
And join her grateful strain:
Then ne'er shall note of sadness
Awake the trembling string;
One song of joy and gladness
The ransomed world shall sing.
THE morning light is breaking;
The darkness disappears;
The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears;
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.
2 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending
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