Not to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire, and smoke—

Not to the thunder of that word

Which God on Sinai spoke;—

2 But we are come to Zion hill,

The city of our God,

Where milder words declare his will,

And spread his love abroad.

3 Behold the great, the glorious host

Of angels clothed in light!

Behold the spirits of the just,

Whose faith is turned to sight!

4 Behold the blest assembly there,

Whose names are writ in heaven!

And God, the Judge, who doth declare

Their vilest sins forgiven!

5 Saints here, and those in Jesus dead,

But one communion make;

All join in Christ, their living head,

And of his grace partake.

6 In such society as this

My weary soul would rest;

The man that dwells where Jesus is

Must be for ever blessed.