2 Shun evil companions, Bad language disdain, God's name hold in rev'rence, Nor take it in vain; Be thoughtful and earnest, Kind-hearted and true; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through.
3 To him that o'ercometh, God giveth a crown; Through faith we shall conquer, Though often cast down; He who is our Savior Our strength will renew; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through.
With stately towers and bulwarks strong, Unrivaled and alone, Loved theme of many a sacred song; God's holy city shone.
2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, The glory of all lands; Yet fairer and in strength complete, The Christian temple stands.
3 The faithful of each clime and age This glorious church compose; Built on a Rock, with idle rage The threat'ning tempest blows.
4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm, Thy God is thy defense; And weak and powerless every arm Against Omnipotence.
Oh! 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.
Daughter of Zion, from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust-- He calls thee from the dead.
2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length-- The Lord's appointed day.
3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the South, Give up thy charge! And, Keep not back, O North!
4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home.
Church of the ever-living God, The Father's gracious choice, Amid the voices of this earth How feeble is thy voice!
2 Not many rich or noble called, Not many great or wise: They whom God makes his kings and priests Are poor in human eyes.
3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length; Their feeble days are o'er, No more a handful in the earth, A little flock no more.