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Isaac Watts - Hymn 152
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Sinai and Zion. 

Heb. 12:18ff 

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 clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turned to sight!

Behold the blest assembly there
Whose names are writ in heav`n!
And God, the Judge of all, declares
Their vilest sins forgiv`n.

The saints on earth and all the dead
But one communion make;
All join in Christ their living Head,
And of his grace partake.

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