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God is the midst of her.
Psalm 46:5.
Happy the church, thou sacred place,
The seat of thy Creator’s grace!
Thine holy courts are his abode,
Thou earthly palace of our God!
2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heavenly warriors waits;
Nor shall thy deep foundations move,
Fixed on his counsels and his love.
3 Thy foes in vain designs engage;
Against his throne in vain they rage:
Like rising waves, with angry roar,
That dash and die upon the shore.
4 God is our shield, and God our sun;
Swift as the fleeting moments run,
On us he sheds new beams of grace,
And we reflect his brightest praise.
Watts.