HYMN 3. P. M.
1 What fair one is this, from the wilderness
trav'ling,
Looking for Christ, the belov'd of her heart?
O, this is the church, the fair bride of the
Savior,
Which with every idol is willing to part.
While men in contention, are constantly
howling,
And Babylon's bells are continually tolling,
As though all the craft of her merchants was
failing,
And Jesus was coming to reign on the earth.
2 There is a sweet sound in the gospel of
heaven,
And people are joyful when they understand
The saints on their way home to glory, are
even [land.
Determin'd by goodness, to reach the blest
Old formal professors are crying "delusion,"
And high-minded hypocrites say "'tis con-
fusion,' [sion,
While grace is poured out in a blessed effu-
And saints are rejoicing to see priet-craft fall.
3 A blessing, a blessing, the Savoir is com-
ing,
As prophets and pilgrims of old have de-
clar'd;
And Israel, the favor'd of God, is beginning
To come to the feast for the righteous pre-
par'd.
In the desert are fountains continually spring-
ing,
The heavenly music of Zion is ringing;
The saints all their tithes and their off'rings
are bringing;
They thus prove the Lord and his blessing
receive.
4 The name of Jehovah is worthy of praising,
And so is the Savior an excellent theme;
The elders of Israel a standard are raising,
And call on all nations to come to the same:
These elders go forth and the gospel are
preaching,
And all that will hear them, they freely are
teaching,
And thus is the vision of Daniel fulfilling:
The stone of the mountain will soon fill the
earth.
