364    L.M.     Isaac Watts
God the Glory and Defence of Zion. Isa. 60. 18-21

1 Happy the church, thou sacred place;
  The seat of thy Creator’s grace;
  Thy holy courts are his abode,
  Thou earthly palace of our God.

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

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.

4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell,
  Nor fear the wrath of men or hell;
  His arms embrace this happy ground,
  Like brazen bulwarks built around.

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.