Hymn 37, 38
John B. Dykes
Arranged by S. Webbe, Jr.
City of God, how broad and far
Outspread thy walls sublime;
The true thy chartered freemen are,
Of every age and clime.
One holy church, one army strong,
One steadfast high intent,
One working band, one harvest song,
One King omnipotent.
How gleam thy watch fires through the night,
With never fainting ray;
How rise thy towers, serene and bright,
To meet the dawning day.
In vain the surge’s angry shock,
In vain the drifting sands;
Unharmed upon th’ eternal Rock,
The heavenly city stands.