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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,
Thy true light, as of old.
By this their path to trace,
Wm. Walsham How, 1867
AURELIA 7. 6. 7. 6. D.
Samuel S. Wesley, 1864
With His own blood He bought her, And
1 THE Church's one foundation
Is Jesus Christ her Lord;
By water and the word;
To be His holy bride;
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,
Of peace for evermore;
Her longing eyes are blest,
Shall be the Church at rest.
With Father, Spirit, Son,
With those whose rest is won:
Lord, give us grace that we,
Samuel J. Stone, 1866; ( text of 1872)
But, Lord, Thy Church is
pray - ing yet,
thou-sand years the
10 WHERE are kings and empires now
Of old that went and came?
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,
And tempests are abroad,
4 Unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands,
A. Cleveland Coxe, 1839. Alt, and art,
CITY of God, how broad and far
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 King omnipotent!
3 How purely hath thy speech come down
From man's primeval youth!
Of freedom, love and truth!
4 How gleam thy watchfires through the night
With never-fainting ray!
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
The Church our blest Re-deem - er saved With His own pre
1 I LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of Thine abode,
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,
Till toils and cares shall end.
4 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Jesus, Thow Friend divine,
Our Saviour and our King,
Shall great deliverance bring. 6 Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
Timothy Dwight, 1800