1 Not to the Terrors of the Lord,
The Tempest, Fire, and Smoke,
Not to the Thunder of that Word
Which God on Sinai spoke.

2 But we are come to Sion's Hill,
The City of our God,
Where milder Words declare his Will,
Wnd spread his Love abroad.

3 Behold th' innumerable Host
Of Angels cloath'd in Light;
Behold the Spirits of the Just,
Whose Faith is turn'd to Sight.

4 Behold the blest Assembly there,
Whose Names are writ in Heav'n;
And God, the Judge of all, declares
Their vilest Sins forgiv'n.

5 The Saints on Earth, and all the Dead
But one Communion make;
All join in Christ, their living Head,
And of his Grace partake.

6 In such Society as this
My weary Soul would rest;
The Man that dwells where Jesus is
Must be for ever blest.