Privileges of the Church
As we all have heard,
As well as have seen;
Written in the Word,
Of things that have been.
The city of God,
To always stand strong;
And being so broad,
Is where I belong.
His mercy reflects,
His goodness and grace;
In paying respects,
Inside His place.
For just like His name,
Our hands will raise;
While we proclaim,
Giving Him praise.
Lifting up each voice,
Let Zion be glad;
As we all rejoice,
And no longer sad.
God is forever,
Also being wise;
Do things that never,
Displeases His eyes.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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