79 Thou holy Church, God's city, shine

1 Thou holy Church, God's city, shine, High on His mountain founded! Sing praise to Christ, thy king divine, Who thee with walls surrounded; Thy children He doth bless and sends His peace to thee, Thy strife He ends: Now praise thy God, O Zion! 2 He sendeth out His holy word To every land and nation, It swiftly runs, 'tis from the Lord His message of salvation; The hearts that were like ice and snow, It melts so that in streams they flow With tears of true repentance. 3 Who now but will himself deny, And yield to God submission, His word receive, on Christ rely, Obtains a full remission; He is converted and made wise, And goes from hence to Paradise. Grant us this grace, O Savior!