Not to the Terrors of the Lord

Verse 1

Not to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke,
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke;

Verse 2

But we are come to Sion’s hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will
And spread his love abroad.

Verse 3

Behold th’ innumerable host
Of angels cloth’d in light!
Behold the spirits of the just
Whose faith is turn’d to sight!

Verse 4

Behold the bless’d assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven;
And God the judge of all declares
Their vilest sins forgiven.

Verse 5

The saints on earth and all the dead
But one communion make;
All join in Christ their living head,
And of his grace partake.

Verse 6

In such society as this
My weary soul would rest:
The man that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever blest.