Sinai and Zion

Not to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire, and smoke:

Not to the thunder of that word

Which God on Sinai spoke:

But we are come to Sion's hill,

The city of our God;

Where milder words declare His will,

And spread His love abroad.

Behold th' innumerable host

Of angels clothed in light:

Behold the spirits of the just,

Whose faith is turned to sight.

Behold the blest assembly there

Whose names are writ in heaven;

Hear God, the Judge of all, declare

Their sins, through Christ, forgiven.

Angels, and living saints, and dead

But one communion make:

All join in Christ, their living Head,

And of His love partake.