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 Zion’s hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

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

4 Behold the blessed assembly there
Whose names are writ in heav’n!
And God, the Judge of all, declares
Their num'rous sins forgiv’n.

5 The saints, on earth, and all the dead
But one communion make:
All join in Christ, their living head,
And heav'nly joys partake.

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