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 Sure as thy truth shall last,
  To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
  And brighter bliss of heaven.

     Timothy Dwight, 1800.

436 State Street.  S.M.

A Revival Sought. (912)

Revive thy work, O Lord! 
  Thy mighty arm make bare;
Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead,
  And make thy people hear.

2 Revive thy work, O Lord! 
  Disturb this sleep of death;
Quicken the smoldering embers now,
  By thine almighty breath.

3 Revive thy work, O Lord! 
  Exalt thy precious name;
And, by the Holy Ghost, our love
  For thee and thine inflame.

4 Revive thy work, O Lord! 
  And give refreshing showers;
The glory shall be all thine own,
  The blessing, Lord! be ours.

     Albert Midlane, 1861.

437 Ware.  L.M.

Christ’s Everlasting Kingdom. (895)

Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom spread from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 From north to south the princes meet, To pay their homage at his feet; While western empires own their Lord, And savage tribes attend his word.

3 To him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise, With every morning sacrifice.

4 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.

5 Blessings abound where’er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.

6 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen!

     Isaac Watts, 1719.

438 Ware.  L.M.

The Glory of the Church. (904)

Triumphant Zion! lift thy head
From dust, and darkness, and the dead;
Though humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Savior’s strength.

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy various charms be known;
The world thy glories shall confess,
Decked in the robes of righteousness.

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall hell’s insulting host Their vict’ry and thy sorrows boast.