City of God, how broad and far
Outspread thy walls sublime!
The true thy chartered freemen are
Of ev’ry age and clime.
One holy Church, one army strong,
One steadfast, high intent;
One working band, one harvest song,
One King omnipotent.
How purely hath thy speech come down
From man’s primeval youth!
How grandly hath thine empire grown
Of freedom, love and truth!
How gleam thy watchfires through the night
With never fainting ray!
How rise thy tow’rs, serene and bright,
To meet the dawning day!
In vain the surge’s angry shock,
In vain the drifting sands;
Unharmed upon th’eternal Rock
Th’eternal city stands.
S. Johnson (1860)
Organ: Little Waldingfield
Added: 19 August 2020 for 21st Sunday of year A