2 Here, in the fair gospel field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
3 Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength ;
And his praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
4 Praise ye then his glorious name,
Publish his exalted fame !
Still his worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all his deeds.
5 Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round !
Zion, shout, for this is he,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.
59.
The Refuge, River, and Rock of the Church.—Isa. xxxii, 2.
1 HE who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains,
Now, seated on the eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns.
2 His hands the wheels of nature guide
With an unerring skill ;
And countless worlds extended wide
Obey his sovereign will.
3 While harps unnumber d sound his praise
In yonder world above,
His saints on earth admire his ways,
And glory in his love.
4 His righteousness to faith reveal d,
Wrought out for guilty worms,
Affords a hiding-place and shield
From enemies and storms.
5 This land, through which his pilgrims go,
Is desolate and dry ;
