September 3, 2005
Have
faith in God –
And Christ seven times confessed;
Have faith in God –
For love our Lord expressed;
Have faith in God –
The cross our sin redressed.
Have faith, dear friend, in God.
Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken
John Newton, 1725-1807
Great is the LORD, and most worthy of praise, in the city of our God, his holy mountain. It is beautiful in its loftiness, the joy of the whole earth. Like the utmost heights of Zaphon is Mount Zion, the city of the Great King. God is in her citadels; he has shown himself to be her fortress. Psalm 48:1-3. Of
the many hymn texts by the noted English clergyman, John Newton, this one is
generally considered to be one of his finest and most joyous. In the Old
Testament, the city of Zion was the place where God dwelt among His people. It
was a haven of refuge, a treasured place. In our New Testament age, Zion refers
to the church, a community of God's people, a living and dynamic organism.
Newton's hymn refers to God's strong protection of His people, His promise to
supply their needs, and His presence to lead His own by the cloud and fire as He
did the Israelites of old.
With all its shortcomings and faults, the local church is
still God's means of meeting the needs of mankind. As Christians, we are to
promote the church, supporting it with enthusiasm and finding our spiritual
strength and fellowship in it. Then as members of Christ's universal church, we
are commanded to be His worthy representatives to the entire world. We must be
actively involved in ministering the "streams of living waters" which
"never fail from age to age".
John Newton, the converted slave trader and sea captain,
never stopped praising God for His "sure repose" -- "whose Word
cannot be broken" -- Who formed us "for His own abode".
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He, Whose Word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.
See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love;
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t’assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.
Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a cov’ring
Showing that the Lord is near.
Thus deriving from our banner
Light by night and shade by day;
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which He gives them when they pray.
Blest inhabitants of Zion,
Washed in the Redeemer’s blood!
Jesus, Whom their souls rely on,
Makes them kings and priests to God.
’Tis His love His people raises,
Over self to reign as kings,
And as priests, His solemn praises
Each for a thank offering brings.
Savior, if of Zion’s city,
I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy Name.
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s children know.