599    148th     W. Gadsby
“But ye are come to mount Zion.” Heb. 12. 22

1 Ye sons of God, be wise,
  And learn your Father’s will;
  By faith lift up your eyes
  To yonder shining hill;
  No smoke, no thunderbolts are there,
  Nor wrath to sink you in despair.

2 [A pleasant mount indeed,
  Where God unfolds his grace
  To all the chosen seed,
  And, with a smiling face,
  Speaks peace to every troubled breast,
  And bids the weary in him rest.]

3 To worship on this ground,
  Is not a legal task;
  A solid peace is found,
  And faith has all it asks;
  There Jesus sits with smiling face,
  And rules and reigns the God of grace.