A Prospect of Christ's Church

Verse 1

Behold a lovely vine, Here in this desert ground, The blossoms shoot and promise fruit, And tender grapes are found.

Verse 2

Its circling branches rise, And shade the neighboring lands; With lovely charms she spreads her arms, With clusters in her hands.

Verse 3

This city can't be hid Its built upon a hill; The dazzling light it shines so bright It doth the valleys fill.

Verse 4

Ye trees, which lofty stand, And stars with sparkling light, Ye christians hear both far and near, 'Tis joy to see the sight.

Verse 5

Ye insects, feeble race, And fish that glide the stream; Ye birds that fly secure on high, Repeat the joyful theme.

Verse 6

Ye beasts that feed at home, Or roam the valleys round, With lofty voice proclaim the joys, And join the pleasant sound.

Verse 7

Shall feeble nature sing, And man not join the lays? O may their throats be swelled with notes And fill'd with songs of praise.

Verse 8

Glory to God on high, For his redeeming grace; The blessed dove comes from above, To seal it to our race.