3 It floateth like a banner

Before God's host unfurled; It shineth like a beacon

Above the darkling world; It is the chart and compass

That o'er life's surging sea, 'Mid mists and rocks and quicksands

Still guides, O Christ, to Thee. 4 O make Thy Church, dear Saviour,

A lamp of purest gold,
To bear before the nations

Thy true light, as of old.
O teach Thy wandering pilgrims

By this their path to trace,
Till, clouds and darkness ended,
They see Thee face to face.

Wm. Walsham How, 1867

came

With His own blood He bought her, And

1 THE Church's one foundation

Is Jesus Christ her Lord;
She is His new creation

By water and the word;
From heaven He came and sought her

To be His holy bride;
With His own blood He bought her,

And for her life He died. 2 Elect from every nation,

Yet one o'er all the earth, Her charter of salvation

One Lord, one faith, one birth; One holy name she blesses,

Partakes one holy food, And to one hope she presses,

With every grace endued.

3 'Mid toil and tribulation,

And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation

Of peace for evermore;
Till with the vision glorious

Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious

Shall be the Church at rest.
4 Yet she on earth hath union

With Father, Spirit, Son,
And mystic sweet conmunion

With those whose rest is won:
O happy ones and holy!

Lord, give us grace that we,
Like them the meek and lowly,
On high may dwell with Thee.

Samuel J. Stone, 1866; ( text of 1872)

same.

A-men.

10 WHERE are kings and empires now

Of old that went and came?
But, Lord, Thy Church is praying yet,

A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements,

And her foundations strong; We hear within the solemn voice

Of her unending song.

3 For not like kingdoms of the world

Thy holy Church, O God,
Though earthquake shocks are threatening her,

And tempests are abroad,

4 Unshaken as eternal hills,

Immovable she stands,
A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.

A. Cleveland Coxe, 1839. Alt, and art,

Out-spread thy walls sublime! The true thy chartered freemen are

Of every age and clime.

2 One holy Church, one army strong,

One steadfast high intent,
One working band, one barvest-song,

One King omnipotent!

3 How purely hath thy speech come down

From man's primeval youth!
How grandly hath thine empire grown

Of freedom, love and truth!

4 How gleam thy watchfires through the night

With never-fainting ray!
How rise thy towers, serene and bright,

To meet the dawning day!

5 In vain the surge's angry shock,

In vain the drifting sands: Unharmed upon th' eternal Rock Th' eternal city stands.

Samuel Johnson, 1864

1 I LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of Thine abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer saved

With His own precious blood. 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 Jesus, Thow Friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe

Shall great deliverance bring. 6 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