Here you will find the Poem Hymn 152 of poet Isaac Watts
Sinai and Zion. Heb. 12:18ff Not to the terrors of the Lord, The tempest, fire, and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke; But we are come to Zion's hill, The city of our God, Where milder words declare his will, And spread his love abroad. Behold th' innumerable host Of angels clothed in light! Behold the spirits of the just, Whose faith is turned to sight! Behold the blest assembly there Whose names are writ in heav'n! And God, the Judge of all, declares Their vilest sins forgiv'n. The saints on earth and all the dead But one communion make; All join in Christ their living Head, And of his grace partake. In such society as this My weary soul would rest; The man that dwells where Jesus is Must be for ever blest.