Sinai and Zion.

NOT to the terrors of the Lord, The tempest fire and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke;

But we are come to Zion's hill, The city of our God, Where milder words declare his will, And spread his love abroad.

Behold th' innumerable host Of angels cloth'd in light! Behold the spirits of the just Whose faith is turn'd to sight!

Behold the blest assembly there, Whose names are writ in heav'n! And God, the judge of all declare Their num'rous sins forgiv'n.

In such society as this My weary soul would rest! The man that dwells where Jesus is, Must be for ever blest.