Hymn 2:64 [Happy The Church, Thou Sacred Place]

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Title:     Hymn 2:64 [Happy The Church, Thou Sacred Place]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

God the glory and defence of Sion.

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.

Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heavenly warriors waits;
Nor shall thy deep foundations move,
Fix'd on his counsels and his love.

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.

Then let our souls in Zion dwell,
Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell:
His arms embrace this happy ground,
Like brazen bulwarks built around.

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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:64 [Happy The Church, Thou Sacred Place]

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