Happy the Church, Thou Sacred Place

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heavenly warriors waits;
Nor shall thy deep foundations move,
Fix’d on his counsels and his love.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

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.