| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
The Holy Catholic Church. 131
Round the altar priests confess, If their robes are white as snow, 'Twas the Saviour's righteousness, And His blood, that made them so.
Who were these ? on earth they dwelt; Sinners once, of Adam's race; Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt; But were saved by sovereign grace.
They were mortal, too, like us : Ah ! when we, like them, must die, May our souls, translated thus, Triumph, reign, and shine on high !
James Montgomery. [1853.]
CXVI. Psalm LXXXVII.
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God ; He, whose word cannot be broken,
Form'd thee for His own abode: On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.
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 to assuage; Grace, which, like the Lord the giver,
Never fails from age to age ?
K 2 |
||