By A Collection of Hymns

      2-6s & 4-7s.
      1 HOW weak the thoughts, and vain,
      Of self-deluding men!
      Men who, fixed to earth alone,
      Think their houses shall endure,
      Fondly call their lands their own,
      To their distant heirs secure.

      2 How happy then are we,
      Who build, O Lord, on thee?
      What can our foundation shock?
      Though the shattered earth remove,
      Stands our city on a rock,
      On the Rock of heavenly love.

      3 A house we call our own
      Which cannot be o'erthrown;
      In the general ruin sure,
      Storms and earthquakes it defies;
      Built immovably secure,
      Built eternal in the skies.

      4 High on Immanuel's land
      We see the fabric stand:
      From a tottering world remove
      To our steadfast mansion there;
      Our inheritance above
      Cannot pass from heir to heir.

      5 Those amaranthine bowers
      (Unalienably ours)
      Bloom, our infinite reward,
      Rise, our permanent abode;
      From the founded world prepared;
      Purchased by the blood of God.

      6 O might we quickly find
      The place for us designed;
      See the long-expected day
      Of our full redemption here;
      Let the shadows flee away,
      Let the new-made world appear!

      7 High on thy great white throne,
      O King of saints, come down!
      In the new Jerusalem
      Now triumphantly descend;
      Let the final trump proclaim
      Joys begun which ne'er shall end!