The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#II.64

II.64. Hymn 64

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 heav'nly warriors waits;
Nor shall thy deep foundations move,
Fixed 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Happy the church, thou sacred place
• Title: Hymn 64
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806
• Notes: Public Domain.

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