XLIX. The Church the Birth-place of the Saints, and GOD'S Care of it.

AND will the great Eternal GOD
On Earth establish his Abode?
And will he from his radiant Throne,
Avow our Temples for his own?

We bring the Tribute of our Praise,
And sing that condescending Grace,
Which to our Notes will lend an Ear,
And call us sinful Mortals near.

Our Father's watchful Care we bless,
Which guards our Synagogues in Peace,
That no tumultuous Foes invade,
To fill our Worshippers with Dread.

These Walls we to thy Honour raise;
Long may they eccho with thy Praise;
And thou descending fill the Place
With choicest Tokens of thy Grace.

Here let the great Redeemer reign
With all the Graces of his Train;
While Pow'r divine his Word attends
To conquer Foes, and chear his Friends.

And in the great decisive Day,
When GOD the Nations shall survey,
May it before the World appear,
That Crowds were born to Glory here.